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navybrat817 · 17 hours ago

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A Kindred Spirit

Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky meets a kindred spirit while he's grocery shopping.

Word Count: Over 2.2k

Warnings: Alpine the cat (is that a warning?), established relationship, humor, sweetness, fluff, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: More Tower Shenanigans. @buckybarnesfic, this is for you! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It was Bucky’s turn to go grocery shopping, which he enjoyed and loathed. It was nice being able to pick out his own food, but he had to bite back a retort every time someone left their cart in the middle of the aisle or took a little too long when they stood in front of a shelf. He should’ve asked you to join him, but he was already out running another errand and didn’t want to bother you. If you were there with him, you would’ve giggled when he grumbled at the list. You would have also agreed with him when he complained about the high cost of food, wondering why everything was so expensive. It was insane.

Walking through the store, he kept an ear open while trying not to draw attention to himself. It was an old habit from when he was on the run. He willed his shoulders to relax, but instead, he glared up at the fluorescent light, his hand twitching with the desire to hold yours. He enjoyed holding your hand, which grounded him, and loved how your heart skipped a beat whenever he kissed it.

The sooner he finished shopping, the sooner he’d get back to the tower and you.

“Why are there so many PopTarts on this list?” he muttered as he went to the cereal aisle and put them in the cart. To be fair, he hadn’t realized there were so many flavors, and he knew he wouldn’t hear the end of it if he didn’t get the right ones.

He snorted when he saw that deodorant was next on the list, immediately clocking John’s handwriting. “That’s not food, so I’m not getting it.” Yeah, it was petty of him, since he could technically buy non-edible products at the grocery store. Maybe he was still annoyed by John's comment about your ass. You had a stunning ass, capable of leaving people in awe. That didn't mean he wanted the junior varsity Captain America to ogle it.

While Bucky had a tendency to get John the generic brand of foods, he did take dietary needs and favorite foods seriously. There was a particular brand of hot sauce that Yelena preferred, and he made sure to get the largest bottle possible. He made sure to get different types of fries as well, as there was an ongoing debate about whether regular, crinkle, or curly cut fries were the best. John almost flipped the table, but the argument died down when Bucky said he’d always share his fries with you. Ava said that was love.

She was right.

The thought of you softened his demeanor, and it softened even further when he saw your handwriting. “Chocolate, please, and thank you. You’re the best!” He traced the letters with his fingers and smiled. If he had the money, he’d buy you an entire chocolate shop. Because he didn't, he made sure to grab more than enough, anticipating that Alexei might try to steal some.

Thinking it over, he grabbed one more bar. “Just in case,” he whispered.

He grabbed some flowers for you, too, because you deserved them.

As he checked out, he balanced the reusable bags Bob insisted on using and tried not to sneer at the total. It wasn’t the worst shopping trip. He finished up a lot quicker than he expected. Maybe the two of you could go for a ride on his bike once everything was unpacked.

He managed to take your keys out of his pocket without dropping any of the bags, smiling again. Using your car was easier for shopping trips and he liked that it smelled like you. He was also one of the only people you trusted to drive your vehicle, which he prided himself on.

What he did not expect to see when he got to your car was a white ball of fur curled up on the hood. “What the hell?” he muttered.

His eyes flickered around the parking lot, and he listened for anyone calling out for a cat. The cat had no collar, and he had no clue if it had a name, but that didn’t mean it didn’t belong to someone. He liked to think someone would be in distress if their pet was missing, but he didn't hear or see anyone come out to claim it. It didn’t move either when he put the bags in the trunk and placed the flowers in the passenger seat.

What the hell was he supposed to do?

Putting his hands on his hips, he stared at the animal until it lifted its head. A pair of crystal blue eyes stared back at him, unafraid and not at all bothered. He had to smile because it strangely reminded him of you, unwavering and always willing to look right at him. “Hey there,” he said, tentatively holding a hand out. He didn’t want to spook the cat. “You lost? You're not hurt, are you?”

The cat’s fur was surprisingly pristine, but that didn't mean it wasn't in pain or sick. After sniffing Bucky’s hand, it meowed and bumped its head against his hand, making his heart melt. The fur was so soft, and he swore he heard a purr. It was adorable.

“Yeah, you're cute, but here’s the thing,” he said, shaking his head at himself since he was talking to a cat. “I can’t drive with you on the hood, so…”

As if the cat understood him, it stood up and stretched. He panicked for a moment when he thought it would scratch the paint, but there wasn’t a single mark from the claws. And instead of jumping onto the street like he expected, the cat silently walked right to him and stared into his eyes again.

An agile and stealthy little thing.

“...What?” he asked as they stared at each other down.

With a gentle meow, the white ball of fur placed its front paws on his chest and crawled into his arms. He stood perfectly still, wondering what he looked like at that moment; an imposing man in a leather jacket holding a bright white ball of fluff. It had to be a sight.

“Since you don't have a collar and I don't see anyone searching for you, I can take you to a shelter,” he suggested. The second the words left his mouth he knew it wasn't happening, and there was another meow, softer and sadder that had his walls crumbling.

“Listen, you really are cute, but I can’t just take you home.” He stopped with a huff. “I’ve never had a cat before. I wouldn't know what to do with you.”

The response was to further burrow itself in his arms.

“I have crazy roommates,” he continued. The team was in a good place, but it didn't take away that they were an entire range of crazy. How could he throw a cat into the mix? “And what would my girl say?”

He just knew the idea of a pet would thrill you, especially since the cat was so cute. Though he couldn't just spring that on you, could he? And could he spring that on the team? It was their home, too.

But the cat didn’t budge, content being in Bucky’s arms. He found that he was content, too. Had he become a cat person in a matter of seconds?

Just like when he met you, he was fucked.

“Okay, here’s the thing,” he said, balancing the light creature in one arm as he took his phone out to call you. “I have to clear this with my girl, and when she approves because she will, we need to make sure you aren’t chipped or anything, okay?”

Looking at the feline, he had a feeling there was no chip, that there was no home or a family. He wondered if there was a reason she chose to lay on the car he drove today. Was it looking for its own family? A place to fit in? Wasn’t that what everyone wanted?

He could give it that.

“Hey.” He let out a happy sigh at the sound of your voice. “You still at the store?”

“Sort of,” he replied, chuckling as the feline curled up more. He wasn’t even sure if it was a girl or a boy. “That’s actually why I’m calling.”

“Is everything okay?” He could hear you moving around, likely heading to the door. “Do you need me to meet you?”

“I’m good, thanks,” he promised, touched that you were ready to go to him. “Have I mentioned you're the best?”

Nothing like buttering up his girl before mentioning the cat.

“You are the best. I wrote it on the list,” you said. He could hear you smiling. “But why are you trying to butter me up?”

Of course, you knew what he was up to. “Because we may need to make another shopping trip for some cat stuff,” he replied, holding his breath.

You paused on the other end. “Cat stuff? Why would we need to buy cat stuff?” you asked, gasping. “Bucky, did you get a cat?!”

He breathed out. At least you didn't sound upset. “Well. Um, hang on.” He pulled up the camera and snapped the best photo he could. After sending it to you, he didn't put his phone back up to his ear right away, knowing you were about to shriek. You were usually considerate with his enhanced hearing, but this was a very cute cat.

“Oh, my GOD!” The cat tilted its head when your voice rang out through the speaker, but didn't seem unphased otherwise. “I’m sorry I yelled.”

“It’s okay. You-”

“But that is the cutest fucking cat I’ve ever seen in my life,” you continued, making him chuckle. “Where did you find her?! Did you adopt her?!”

Bucky held her closer. “I found her on the hood of the car when I came out of the store, and why do you assume it’s a girl?”

“That beauty is a girl. I just know,” you said with complete confidence. “Okay, we need a collar, bowls, food, a litter box, a scratching post… Ooh, a little helmet so she can go on rides with you!” That did sound adorable. “Hang on. I need to make a list.”

He chuckled again at your enthusiasm. “Before we do any of that, we need to make sure she isn’t chipped,” he said, trying not to feel guilty for not doing that before calling and getting your hopes up. And what about her shots? Were those up to date?

“If she has an owner, we’ll fight them,” you said like it was no big deal.

Mischievous blue eyes gazed up at Bucky, and he laughed all over again. “That’s my girl,” he fondly said. “And I think she heard you and agrees.”

“So, assuming all is well, we're keeping her?” you asked, trying to sound casual but he heard your hopefulness.

Bucky's heart picked up when you said “we” because it was a reminder that he had someone by his side. “Yeah, I think we are.”

“Yes! It’s about time we got a pet,” you said, careful to not shout this time. “And cats choose their people. You know that right?”

“You think so?” he asked.

“I know so. She was sitting on the hood of my car in a parking lot, and I think she wanted you to find her. And judging from the photo you sent, she looks right at home curled up against you,” you said. He wondered if that would've been the case had he been on his bike. Would the outcome be the same? “I’ll bet you two are kindred spirits.”

“Just like us,” he said. Pieces that just fit together.

Your happy sigh made him smile. “Just like us,” you agreed.

“Let me bring her by so I can drop off the food, and then we’ll take care of everything.”

“Ten bucks says she hisses at John and adores Bob,” you teased. You were probably right. “I can’t wait to see you!”

“I can't wait either,” he said, glancing down when he heard the soft meow.

“I was clearly talking to her when I said I can’t wait to see you.” You giggled when Bucky growled. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Drive safe.”

“I will.” He exhaled once you hung up. “Well, that went well.” He helped the cat into the car and placed her next to the flowers. “You’ll love my girl. She’s the best.”

The beautiful feline meowed and curled up on the seat. He realized he’d have to come up with a name for her. Something special for such a beautiful cat, something that fits well. He had a feeling that the right name would come to him by the end of the day, or that you would help him if he got stuck.

“I think you’ll like the gang, too. They’re…” Bucky tapped a finger on the steering wheel. “They’re something.”

The team had been lost in many ways before becoming their own crazy sort of family.

Before he could stop himself, he said, “I know what it's like to be lost, but I’ll take care of you from now on, okay?” She lifted her head and stared with knowing eyes before he pet her head. Satisfied when she meowed, he smiled and started up the car. “Let’s go home.”

Had to bring Alpine in, okay? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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escapaldi · 2 days ago

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Yeah, the thing that I think a lot of people tend to forget about parenting is that there's a role for people that's not reliant on biological or adoptive family roles that's a lot more transient that fits Law and Cora's relationship extremely well: foster family.

I'm not here to extol the virtues or condemn the flaws of foster parenting systems, but as someone who grew up seeing the good, the bad, and the everything in between, I look at the Law-Cora relationship and very clearly see that relationship, which honestly looks different depending on the people in it. Fostering (at least where I'm from) is only meant to be temporary--anything from a weekend to a few months--but sometimes it turns out longer stays than that. It's meant for kids to have a stable place while their normal adults are working their shit out. Sometimes a foster family turns into an adoptive family, but other times they're just another group in a long chain of situations. It can be the closest thing to a family one has ever had, or just people who you later exchange cards with. Anything from "Mom" or "Dad" to "Ms" or "Mr" to just using given names like weird siblings--it's different for everyone.

Law's biological family was wiped out. He had no one. Then Doflamingo comes along and does the sinister version of adoption. This terminally-ill tween goes from one horror story to another. Say what you will, but Doflamingo was not in the correct headspace to raise children. Look at what he ultimately did to Baby 5 and Dellinger. But Law... Cora learned something crucial about him and decided that he needed to get into a better place, ASAP. He took emergency responsibility and carted his ass all over trying to get him help so that he could one day be stable, because as also ill-prepared to handle the upkeep of a child as Cora was, he had the love and compassion that his brother lacked, which is frankly the key here.

Are there other foster parents in One Piece who do things very different? Yes--I can go on a whole fucking rant about how Dadan was a piece of shit if I wanted to--but that's not the point here.

I do imagine that, should there be a Coco-style afterlife in One Piece, if there is no one waiting to greet Law when he arrives, he'll go searching for his family before all others. His parents, his sister, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins; he'll find the Flevench Trafalgars and they'll be delighted that he's hopefully come back to them old and gray and with a lifetime of stories to tell, of medical advancements, and the proof that he honored them by continuing their practice of medicine. That he took the hands he wanted to use to murder and used them to heal instead, because that's what we're watching Law try to do in canon. He becomes better than the soldiers who razed their home, which is the ultimate revenge.

...but then, on the edge of the crowd of his relatives, he catches sight of blond hair in a red hat and he realizes who it is, and his father urges him to go, and his mother says it's alright because they've already talked, and Law--who left the living as a great-grandfather and stoic patriarch--meets this man who died the same age as a grandkid was at his funeral and fucking loses it, because although he was far from perfect--Nika above he wasn't perfect by a long-shot--he was the first adult who cared anything close to what his parents did... was the one who took care of him until he reached his adopted family (in this case, his brothers Penguin-Shachi-Bepo), and was the one who made sure he lived. Countless people were helped with Law's medical knowledge as he honored his biological parents, but he only lived long enough to do so because of Cora... because both parenting situations were important, even though their relationships were really different.

Do I think that in a canon sense Cora would have tried to adopt Law had he lived long enough? Yeah. Do I think that it would have changed Law's trajectory much, pulling him away from honoring his parents and Flevance and keeping their medical traditions alive? Not at all. It's honestly a given that Law loves and honors his parents, given his chosen profession; what's interesting is that he also honors the one who only had him for six months, because they were just as impactful on him, just in a different way.

I am also sorry about the rant but I have feelings about this.

Poor Law thinks he's hallucinating about his dead father 😭

I already said this over on Blueskye but-

I personally don't really see Cora as a parental figure/dad, if only cuz OP is usually rather overt about those sorts of relationships (Zeff, Bellmere, Whitebeard, etc).

I like them being this weird, nebulous sort of deal that isn't defined by nuclear family roles. Law never refers to him as a father figure or even an older brother. He's just Cora-san.

Law HAD A DAD who was nurturing and loving and patient and taught him a lot of stuff, and Cora is very, VERY different from that, (and also not old enough to be Law's dad either-)

In the end, I just don't like people always needing to put "found family" into hardcut nuclear family roles. Human connection is more complex than that.

He's just Cora-san :y

#I'm putting this in my queue while it's paused so who the fuck knows when it's popping out #it's why I tend to write the Law-Cora relationship as a foster parent situation bc it's SO ambiguous #one of these days i will actually make a rant about Dadan and my grandmother and how they're almost the exact same person (derogatory)#but in the meantime I've got this. bc Law would have Cora in his phone as Foster Idiot and that explains a lot

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scriptseekstories · 18 hours ago

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I have an idea for an AU that’s kinda inspired by the “if y/n’s mom never died” AU, where instead of Y/N becoming the queen bee, their mom did. Even if she dosent remember a lot, a mother never forgets her baby.

So like, I picture Queen Bee Mama coddling Y/N and the hive (if Mama ever built one) also coddling them like how a hive provides for Larvae. This would give the Batfam an even bigger obstacle in trying to get Y/N and M/N into their family unit.

It just popped into my head and I wanted to know what you thought of it.

Girl…

You opened a whole new world for me

Queen Bee’s Hive: What if?

If your mom became Queen Bee, then hoooo boy, your dad fell harder for her.

Let’s say that she got tired of others looking down at her work, saying it’ll never work, her baby will never be provided with her dead end studies.

The last straw was when one of Bruce’s attempts to win her back. As much as he played his alter ego as Brucie Wayne, he took it too far by joking about her research and say that you might be better with a doting mom and a billionaire working dad.

“Is that all you see me as?” His face drained of color at what he said, making him backtrack and stammer while your mom was ready to murder him.

So obviously, she had to think of you and her worth, finally taking the risk and testing her results on herself. Once she got rid of Bruce from her house (and his kids who were so obviously trying to hide amongst her furniture), she came to your room.

You stirred in bed when you felt a kiss on your cheek and heard the door close. Waking up to see a note on your desk saying that your mother will be doing something very stupid and dangerous, but it was all for the sake of the family’s legacy… yeah, you immediately ran out and followed her.

It was only when you burst through the doors of the warehouse that you witness your mom hunched over while whimpering in pain, a beacon splattered down on the floor.

Guess what? The previous Queen Bee fell into the honey she had and dissolved, resulting in a similar fate that happened to you, only this time you watched a giant mass burst through her spine and hit the top of the roof.

If you think your bee form was tall (7ft) then you ain’t ready for her Bee form size.

Because oh my lord- imagine the size of Ponyo’s mom in her giant form, cus she’s HUGE. She almost broke through the warehouse’s roof.

Her bee form is similar to yours, just different patterns and more insects like. I guess you looked more human and cuddly as your bee form is because you’re still young, and your mother is a fully developed adult.

And her glow… my goodness she looked like a goddess that blessed the world with her presence.

Anyways, you freaked out at first, because HOLY SHIT your mother just turned into a giant bee monster!! But then, her eyes trained on you, no longer thrashing and screeching, instead she slowly bowed down to inspect you closely.

“H-hey… mama…?” You awkwardly gulped, giving your nervous smile before slowly lifting your hands to try and touch your mother’s face.

“B-Bu…Bumblebee…” She croaked out, feeling your tiny hands touch her face, her eyes slowing closing as her glow was so bright it looked like a true beauty to behold.

After that, mother quickly adjusted to what has happened to her, her memories weren’t fully there, yet she remembers you very clearly.

Being a giant bee woman, she easily cradled you and coddled you whenever you visited her with flowers from a particular botanist vender, who was more delighted to sell you flowers when she saw you, as if she knew you very well.

Coming back to see your mom still trapped in the warehouse you still loved her all the same. She has done so much for you and now you’ll have to do the same for her.

Which was hard, seeing that Bruce kept on asking where your mother was whenever he “bumps” into you, making you run away and shouting that a pervert was after you. (It made Jason cackle when Bruce replayed what happened with a horrified expression)

Eventually Bruce finds out by following you as Batman, entering the warehouse and watching in shock that the inside was covered in honey and wax, where in the middle of the building was a giant

Naturally he assumed this thing took your mother and brainwashed you, so he immediately called in the Robins and burst through the windows. Your mom growled as you were more annoyed than scared.

The other kids burst in, and Damien instantly went against Bruce’s commands and charged before he stopped with his sword inches away from your face as you stood between your mom and them.

“Don’t you dare hurt my mama!!” You hissed, knowing damn well they could beat your ass easily as you were a nerdling of a 16 year old, but god dammit leave your mom out of this!!

“Mom?! That’s our mom?!” Tim shouted, “Don’t call her that!!” You hissed back, before being pulled back by the gentle hand of your mother.

“Father, our soon-to-be-mother is that thing?!” Damien shouted in shock and disbelief. Dick, hearing that Bruce hadn’t made a sound, turned to him only to see the Dark Knight staring up at your mother, eyes wide and mouth opened while she glared down deadly daggers at him.

“Batman?” Steph poked him, before seeing the blush under his cowl, and she immediately bursted out into hysterical laughter. You and your mother looked at each other, her confused and you disgusted.

“Back off Batbrain!! First that Wayne guy and now you?! Stay away from my mama!!” You shouted at them all as Bruce kept still, in his love trance because we all knew he was freaky, and seeing your mom as a giant woman bee creature had sent him to the edge of love and horniness.

Don’t even get STARTED on what would Joker would’ve done seeing your baddie of a mom now turned into a goddess like-bee beast. Bro would’ve killed Bruce for a taste (I mean every villain would want your mom, and you stood between them because why are they wanting your mother 😭)

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ashlinxsloves · 3 days ago

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Ahhh I need Dante and reader babysitting Nero so bad!🥹🫠

A/N: Oh my god, anon, yes!!! I've had some ideas on this for a while and would love to share some of my ideas! Especially with baby Nero hsjshssksh, I imagine young Nero being left in Vergil's care in this one, rather than him being abandoned in an orphanage in Fortuna– try to bear with me with this one since I love, love, LOVE domestic/slice of life Dante fics. Also, this has a lot of inspiration from all those Vergil & baby Nero fanarts– no deadbeat father here SSHSISHSJSH. A bit of friends to lovers in this one 🤭 ENJOY!! Also a bit suggestive in some parts, I couldn't help myself– this is Dante.

"Yeah, yeah, we know, Verge, no sugar for this little shit after 8.." "Dante, don't call him that, he's your nephew."

Dante and you were in charge of Nero for the weekend, Vergil having had 'business' to attend to somewhere out of the city and needed someone to take care of his son. He didn't really trust his younger brother to take care of Nero, but you were around, so he didn't think it'd be the worst to put him in your care.

You were one of Dante's closest friends, working in the shop as his presumed assistant and secretary. You didn't mind doing the paperwork as long as you got paid in some sort of way (which was mostly dinner rather than money).

Taking care of Nero was pretty easy, considering how Dante was twins with Vergil, so to a level, they looked alike. The kid was affectionate, and you were pretty good with children.

During the day, you and Dante decided to take Nero to the playground not too far from Devil May Cry and took him out for ice cream. You watched as Dante carried Nero on his shoulders and sometimes held him upside down, making Nero laugh.

"You'll dislocate his hip– Dante-!" "Nahh, he'll be fine, he's a Sparda!"

In the late afternoon, you went to buy some groceries, and some older people mistook Dante and you for a couple.

"Oh, what a sweet family you are.. how old is your son?" "Oh– er, uhm.."

It's mostly awkward on your end, but Dante didn't seem to mind and looked like he liked entertaining the situation.

"Oh, he's four." "That's so cute, he looks just like his dad.." "Oh, yeah, haha, he's a carbon copy of me, but he got his sweet personality from his mom– ow- babe!" "Dante, shut up.."

After the seemingly awkward grocery run, you made dinner for Dante and Nero, your mind occupied with the whole situation from the market.

How was Dante acting like it was normal between you? How was he so.. comfortable with it? Shaking the thoughts away, you focused on preparing your dinner before serving it to them.

When it got late, you decided to start getting ready to head out and back home before Nero tugged on your pant leg whilst looking up.

"Are you leaving?" "Oh– uhm, yeah, Nero.. but I'll be back tomorrow–" "Can you please stay? Uncle Donte and me want you to stay.. pretty please, miss Auntie?"

He gave you a small pout and those puppy dog eyes, making you chew on the inside of your cheek before looking at Dante who was leaning against his desk, a knowing grin on his face. You were weak. You couldn't just say no to the kid when he was making such an expression.

"Look at him.. isn't he adorable? Come on, doll, stay. Not like you haven't slept over before." "Dante, I had clothes with me, and I won't be sleeping in jeans–" "I can give you one of my shirts.. it's no big deal. Come on, you can't just say no to that face, can you?"

You decided to finally relent after a few minutes, gently shaking your head as you smiled when Nero beamed at your approval of staying for the night.

"Yayy!! Sleepover with Miss Auntie and Uncle Donte!"

Dante handed you one of his T-shirts, letting you get changed in his room before entering. The shirt ended at your mid-thigh, slightly pulling it down since you didn't have anything else underneath except for your underwear. His jaw went slack at the sight before closing his mouth, clearing his throat and looking away.

"I'll, uh.. I'll give you some sweatpants, give me a sec." "Don't you have any shorts or something? It's too hot for sweats." "Nope. Don't have any."

Obviously, he was lying, he did have some shorts somewhere, but you didn't need to know that. He was gonna take every chance to look at you like this. In his shirt. Smelling like him. It was messing with his head, and he couldn't do anything about it as he helped you get Nero ready for bed.

While you were reading a story to Nero after bathing him, Dante was in his room getting changed into some sleep pants and leaving himself shirtless. He went downstairs after a bit, seeing you in the kitchen, brewing some tea.

"The kid fell asleep?" "Mhm.. it wasn't too hard since you practically exhausted him in the park earlier while playing pirates."

You turned to face him, and saw how he stood there, leaning by the doorframe. Your eyes couldn't help but trail from his face to his chest down to his abs and happy trail–

Nope. You mentally slapped yourself, your brain reminding you that this was Dante. The goofy, stupid, smooth-talker Dante. You were NOT going to ogle your closest friend, whom, for the record, did not see in such a way before now.

"Mind if I sit around here with you?" "What? Yeah, of course, why would I not want you to?" "Eh.. I don't know."

Dante sounded... awkward. He was never awkward. And if you were being honest with yourself? It was a little cute. You poured the hot water into a mug, brewing the tea before throwing away the tea bag.

After you drank your tea, the two of you decided to head upstairs, your body instinctively heading towards the guestroom, only to see that it was filled with random shit and boxes.

"Oh, uh, yeah... I kind of turned the guestroom into a storage space. You can sleep in my room, I'll just sleep on the couch or something.."

You shook your head, your mouth opening before even thinking of your response and offered him to sleep in his room with you. His eyes went wide for a brief second before a familiar grin formed on his face.

"Oh, yeah? You wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with me?" "Shut up, it's not like that.. your couch is uncomfortable and– and I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable or something.." "Mmhmmm, sure."

Dante seemed cocky on the outside, but he was practically imploding. There was no way you just offered that. But he wasn't going to complain. Not in a million years.

After giving you a spare toothbrush, Dante and you got ready for bed. The two of you brushing your teeth next to each other in one bathroom shouldn't have made you feel anything, but the stupid fluttering in your stomach wouldn't stop.

Dante couldn't help but glance at you every few seconds, quietly admiring how you just.. fit in. In his life. In his home. He couldn't help but just feel something, even after years of just being friendly with each other.

The bed was spacious enough for two people, surprisingly. You lay down on the further end on the left side of the bed before Dante let out a soft scoff, making you turn your head towards him.

"What?" "You're literally going to fall off the bed. Do I stink that much that you don't want to be close to me? That hurts my feelings, doll." "Oh, shut up.."

You grumbled, deciding to scooch a tiny bit closer to him under the comforter. The bed was more comfortable than you thought.

Silence filled the room for a couple of moments before Dante decided to speak up at the same time as you.

"So, uh–" "The grocery thing–"

The both of you laugh softly, Dante has decided to stay quiet and let you start. He was curious about what you wanted to say, and he could wait for what he wanted to tell you.

"I, well– you seemed really comfortable telling that elderly lady about, uh, you know.." "Hmm? What? The couple thing? I was just playing along, you know.. not make things awkward." "Ah–"

Your lips thinned, Dante noticing how you seemed to tense up before he immediately corrected himself and spoke up again.

"Don't get me wrong–! I, uh, God, I can't believe I'm going to say this in such a stupid way."

He groaned, rubbing his face with his hand while chuckling awkwardly. Dante avoided your gaze, a subtle hint of a blush creeping to his ears.

"I've.. I kinda liked you. For a while now– well, more than a while. I was just too much of a pussy to admit it until now, and us being friends 'n all.."

Silence followed his confession like a weighted blanket, his eyes darting around the room before finally looking at you.

To say you were shocked was an understatement. You racked your brain, trying to remember every possible interaction that might've hinted anything about Dante's feelings, a few of them dawning on you.

"I suck at this, I know– I'm sorry, if I made it awkward, just– just forget about it, haha–" "Dante, I like you too." "What."

Dante, taken aback by your reply, almost got whiplash from how fast he whipped his head to look at you. It was his turn to be surprised, his brain buffering before he let out a laugh.

"You're serious, right? You're not pulling my leg on this?" "Dante, no, why would I joke about-"

He cut you off before you could say anything else, his heart not being able to wait any longer as he crashed his lips onto yours. Dante was surprisingly gentle, not pushing himself onto you as he tilted your head a bit so he could delve into the kiss a bit more, his hand finding itself on the back of your head.

Pulling away from the kiss, Dante rested his forehead against yours with a small flush on his cheeks.

"Sorry.. I just really wanted to do that."

The two of you got woken up by Nero the next morning, the young boy climbing over the bed and gently patting Dante's head that was buried in your shoulder, while your leg was draped over his hip.

"Uncle Donte! Get off, Miss Auntie-!" "Mmmm.. how about no?"

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summer of love

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ship: robert reynolds x afab!reader

summary: it's summer and bob's birthday is around the corner so the new avengers convinced val to give them a weekend to celebrate his birthday party at the beach. because of your feelings and your strong friendship with him you're the one who organised everything and the one who gifted him more gifts, and one of those gifts it's helping him lose his virginity

au: for plot reasons bob goes to missions but I didn't specify whether he uses his powers to any extent or as a soldier trained by the others

c/w: road and weekend trip, beach and pool episode vibes (from an ecchi anime lmao), topless at the beach, domestic fluff, birthday party, alcohol, drinking games / questions, birthday sex, unsafe piv sex, bob has an oral fixation, biting, nipple play and licking, cunnilingus, face-sitting, masturbation, gentle and rough kissing, virgin!bob, submissive!bob, needy!bob, horny thoughts, praise kink, edging, dacryphilia I guess, multiple orgasms, orgasm control, creampie, friends to lovers, friendship so strong between them that they can joke and laugh during foreplay, third pov, use of y/n (like a lot)

a/n: virgin!bob and face-sitting was a request, and needy and nervous submissive!bob was another one, so I decided to mix them with my ideas: beach episode and birthday party / sex. I don't have experience writing (nor reading) virgin men nor face-sitting nor submissive men / dominant women soooo I tried my best and hope you all like it, also english isn't my first language and for more notes and tags check ao3

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Bob's birthday was around the corner, and pretending they had forgotten to surprise him wasn't an option. ______ knew firsthand how important birthdays were — a before and after, a new beginning. And it wasn't just a celebration of getting a year older, it was a celebration of staying alive. Bob's birthdays (and those of anyone on the team) may not have been joyous in the past, but now he had a family that was glad to have him to celebrate them with.

______ had organised everything weeks in advance, and she was so excited it almost felt like her birthday, but she couldn't help it because she was in love with him. After a lot of begging they managed to get a weekend off all at once, and since it was summer they decided to rent a mansion in the Hamptons on the beachfront for a change of scenery, celebrate Bob's birthday and relax on the beach. Also, since they would probably need them to get around, they decided to go in cars even though going by helicopter or private jet would be faster: ______, Bob, Yelena and Fanny went in one and Bucky, Ava, John and Alexei in another, listening and singing along to the Spotify playlist they all shared, with songs they had all chosen and sometimes also played in the tower while training or doing other things. After about four hours of driving they arrived at the address, were greeted by the owner and took the suitcases out of the cars.

"Be careful with this one, please," ______ asked Bucky as he took one of her suitcases from the boot of the car she'd been in, parked in the courtyard while Bob and the others explored the inside of the mansion. They were probably on the first floor, choosing their bedrooms.

"There's no physiological need to bring so much stuff," said John, nonchalantly hefting some suitcases over his shoulders as they all made their way to the open door to go inside.

"Most of them are presents for Bob," she said in a whisper, slightly embarrassed.

"What did you get him?" asked Alexei, also carrying suitcases on his shoulders.

"The question is, what didn't she buy him?" said Bucky, carrying the suitcase she had indicated as if it was a princess in his arms.

"A little bit of everything, really... I may have overdone it a bit, yeah..."

Maybe then Bob would feel in a bind, wanting to pay her back when it was her birthday, but when it came to thinking and buying the presents she felt they weren't enough, especially considering that being an Avenger she now had plenty of money to spare.

But inside some suitcases she had a lot of snacks, drinks and even ingredients (and Yelena had obviously taken Fanny's feed as well). So they wouldn't have to waste time shopping there, she would make the cake there too, and so as not to waste time cooking they would order food and go to restaurants.

It was around six o'clock on Friday evening when everyone was settled, suitcases unpacked and everything in place, so it was time to start baking the cake, and considering it was a summer Friday the sooner they ordered the better as the food was sure to take a long time to arrive.

"And I'll have a pepperoni pizza," Yelena said finally while Bucky wrote down everything in his mobile phone notes, so that Alexei, who was the one who was going to order by his phone, wouldn't forget anything.

They were all around the kitchen island, and upon hearing his daughter's order Alexei nodded and withdrew with his mobile in one hand and Bucky's mobile in the other to make the call more calmly. Bucky went behind him in case the screen of the mobile was blocked, to unlock it with his fingerprint.

"So who's going to help me bake the cake?" asked ______ as she opened the fridge. There were basic things, like milk and water, that the landlady left for her guests or that others had left before them, so luckily there was no need to go out shopping to make it.

"Me," said Yelena as she went to the drawers in search of utensils.

"And me," said John as he went in search of the aprons where the landlady had said they were.

"Cake?" asked Bob. "Really?" he asked resignedly, since he'd had that conversation with her before and didn't think he needed to repeat it, but deep down he was glad that she was paying so much attention to him for several reasons, among them and above all because he was in love with her. Deep down he couldn't help but smile, a smile that he passed on to the organiser.

"Are you seriously asking me if I'm really going to bake you a cake for your birthday?" She asked the same question as she slammed the fridge shut, holding a huge brick of milk in her hands.

"I said I didn't need to," Bob said as she set the milk down on the counter, next to the utensils Yelena was pulling out of the drawers.

"Shhhh, shut up," she said putting the index finger of her dominant hand in front of her lips as she laughed.

"It's not a proper birthday party if there's no cake, is it?" Ava asked, surveying the scene hunched over the counter while John pulled on an apron.

"If you don't eat the rest of us will eat for you, don't worry," John said half-jokingly but half-seriously as he handed aprons to the girls.

"Yeah, especially him," Ava said to Bob referring to John, since John and the others (including him, even though he was playing hard to get with the cake) were eating like crazy because of their serums.

"Well, then let me help too," said Bob.

"You're the birthday boy, you can't help make the cake," said Yelena as she tied her apron.

"Exactly!" exclaimed ______. "Go to the beach, enjoy yourself," she said to Bob. "Take him," she said to Ava while pointing to the open door towards the beach, and seeing Alexei and Bucky approaching again, she asked them. "Take him."

"Come on, let's go change," Bucky said to Bob, putting his arm around him to walk him towards the stairs. Bob craned his neck to look at ______ resigned but laughing, and she looked at him the same way. Ava and Alexei followed behind them, apart from Alexei reporting that the pizzas would take almost two hours to arrive.

They stood there preparing the cake with a recipe that ______ had saved on her mobile phone, and then the others went downstairs in their swimming costumes with towels in their hands to go to the beach. They decided to make two to make the most of the ingredients, so they wouldn't have to return with them to Manhattan or leave them there, and also so that none (of the men) would go hungry. Luckily it didn't take long, and she and John were left to decorate one of the cakes while Yelena took Fanny for a walk. When they finished they put them in the fridge and then went upstairs to change clothes to go to the beach with the others during the golden hour. When the pizzas arrived they had a picnic dinner on the sand while they watched the sunset overlooking the ocean.

"Can we have cake?" asked Alexei as they packed up and headed into the house for the night.

"The cake is for tomorrow," answered Yelena as they started walking across the sand to the mansion.

"He's not going to blow out the candles" said ______ referring to the birthday boy, in the same position as Yelena, "with the cake in pieces."

"But there are two," reminded Bucky. The truth is, like Alexei, he too wanted to try the cake for once.

"What if I'm in the mood now, too?" asked Bob, trying his luck as he joked, "Can't I even do it?"

"You said you didn't want to," she said playing along in the same tone.

"I said you needn't bother to do it."

"Ohhhh," she exclaimed smiling sideways. "Well... If you want to," she added resignedly. "Only if Bob gives you permission," she said to the others, "they're his cakes."

And then they all looked at Bob, and he gave his approval. They ate the cake they didn't decorate and watched a film of Bob's choice, and then Yelena walked Fanny one last time and they went to bed, because it was still a working day and they had got up early that morning.

The next morning they woke up early as usual, even if they didn't have their alarms set. Their bodies were used to waking up at a certain time, but this way they could take the opportunity to go to the beach early and get a good spot on the shore. Everyone congratulated and hugged Bob on seeing him, Yelena took Fanny for a walk, and Alexei and Bucky went to buy alcohol and more snacks.

It was still early and the day was going to get better in ways he could only imagine in his wettest daydreams, but for the moment the best gift Bob got was the sight of _______ in her bikini. And then, as they settled into their chosen spot on the sand, she took off her bikini top to apply sunscreen to her breasts, as she intended to sunbathe but didn't want to get the bikini mark on her skin or get sunburnt. Part of him didn't want to look, or at least he didn't want to be noticed looking (particularly by her), but he couldn't stop even if he tried — if he didn't look at her bare breasts then his eyes went to her inner thighs. For better or worse John nudged him as he applied sunscreen as well, getting his attention — for a moment he thought he had been inadvertently hit as he rubbed the cream into his skin, but seeing his facial expression he realised it was a predetermined act. With the look he gave him, along with a little smirk, he didn't need telepathy to know what he was thinking. "Look carefully, man." Bucky caught his eye too, he looked the same as John, but he offered him a pair of sunglasses. He knew he wasn't just offering them so the sun wouldn't bother him.

"Thank you," he whispered, embarrassed and blushing as he took them and put them on.

"Aren't you guys going to put sunscreen on?" Ava asked as she put some on as well, looking at Alexei and Bob.

"I want to get a tan," Alexei replied as Ava asked John to help her put it on her back.

"What you're going to do is get burned," Yelena said as she approached him with her jar of cream in hand. "You can also get tanned by putting cream on your back. That's what we do."

While Yelena helped her father cream his back and John did the same with Ava, and correctly assuming that it was only a matter of seconds before ______ asked someone to help her cream her back, Bucky went to the shore with the excuse of testing the water temperature so that the only option at that moment was Bob. He also assumed correctly that even if they didn't know he had done it on purpose they would be grateful with him.

"Can you help me, please?" she said looking at Bob, offering him the cream.

"Uh- Yeah, sure," he replied approaching her, taking the jar in his hand as she turned her back to him.

He poured a good dollop of cream into the palm of his dominant hand, and for a moment he didn't know what to do, or rather where to touch first. If it were up to him he would pull her closer to him, hug her from behind and put his hands on her breasts while spreading her thighs with his leg, but he had to settle for rubbing the cream gently over her back. Good thing he was wearing his sunglasses, and especially good thing she he was on her back, because he couldn't stop staring at how well his hand was gliding down her bare back, from her shoulders to dangerously close to where the only article of clothing she wore was.

"What about you?" asked ______, wondering why he didn't intend to cream himself. "What's your excuse?"

"I have the feeling that the sun can't burn me anymore," he answered.

"But what if it does?" Ava asked.

"The burns are very uncomfortable and painful," said John, "being from Florida you should know better."

"And I'm sure Valentina won't discharge you two for it," said Yelena, including her father.

"You don't lose anything by putting cream on you," said John, "let ______ help you putting it on your back."

Now it was time for them both to be grateful to them, and it was also time for her to rub cream on his back, so when he said he had finished (unfortunately for him, for if it had been up to him he would have been touching her for longer) he handed her back the cream and they changed positions. Even if it was only on his back he loved the feel of her hands on him, and she loved sliding them over his muscles even more.

"It's cold," Bucky warned as he climbed out of the water when he saw Bob approaching the shore.

"Just what I need," he replied as he mindlessly waded into the ocean.

"Yeah," said Bucky, laughing, "it's too hot."

"Thank you again," he said as he turned to watch him walk away to where the others were, and he held up the fist and thumb of his flesh hand.

They spent most of the day there, drinking beers and eating snacks and pizzas from the day before, which they heated up in a moment in the house's oven and microwave. It was in the middle of the afternoon that they went back inside, to wash up and get ready for dinner at a nearby burger restaurant, since that was Bob's favourite food (and if they ordered it out, it was impossible for it to arrive hot and for them to reheat it themselves).

They would have dessert at home, which was the cake that was decorated with a heart and his name, and on it two candles in the shape of the numbers of the years he was celebrating, stuck like the arrow shot by Cupid that he had in his.

Being sung Happy Birthday made him a little nervous, but to him and everyone else because what are you supposed to do during it? Besides all the attention, but at least it was genuine attention from people who did love and care about him, and he was very grateful to have them in his life. He loved them all dearly, but he had a favourite.

"Don't forget to make a wish!" she reminded him, grinning from ear to ear as she recorded it on her mobile phone. He looked at her smiling, then blew out the candles as everyone cheered and clapped.

When everyone went to get their presents he was surprised to see her appear with a pile of presents in her arms, she could hardly fit them and was careful not to drop any of them on the floor.

"Why did you buy me so many?" he asked as he watched her leave them on the table where he was sitting, also confused.

"Oh and wait," said Alexei, "there's more on the first floor."

"I don't know," she laughed nervously and blushed slightly as she unstacked the pile on the table, "I felt there weren't enough of them and I didn't really know what to get you, so I felt that the more I got you the more chances you'd like one of them. Hold on a second," she said holding up the index finger of her dominant hand, "I'll be right back," she said as she turned to head for the stairs to get the remaining ones.

"We're going to be here for half an hour," Ava said half jokingly and half seriously after Bob had opened everyone else's presents first, when it was time to open ______'s presents. Already the table and floor was littered with torn wrapping paper.

"Sorry," she said embarrassed, "you don't need to be here if you don't want to be, so take your drinks out to the swimming pool."

They may not have realised that the other was reciprocating their feelings, but everyone else knew it — it was obvious to the outside eye and they knew that they would rather be alone if possible, even if it was for something like opening presents. Still they all looked confusedly at each other and at Bob, seeking his approval.

"Yeah, no problem guys," he replied.

"Okay," Yelena replied.

And he opened each gift with her sitting next to him, telling her in detail why she had bought him that particular gift, why she thought he would like it or find it useful. He listened delightedly, marvelling at how well she knew him and enjoying her attention and affection.

"It's amazing- You're amazing, I don't know how I can ever repay you for all this."

"Oh don't worry," she said shyly, ducking her eyes to take a quick glance at the two small gifts on her thighs.

Among all the gifts, torn paper and the tablecloth had been easy to hide. She wanted those gifts to be the last ones because they were the most personal. It was a letter and some friendship bracelets that she had made herself, and surprisingly she was more embarrassed to give him the bracelet than the letter, because even though she had written him a cheesy letter it wasn't a romantic declaration of love (although she thought about it, but she didn't feel quite sure and didn't want to steal his protagonism on his birthday).

"Okay, the one I'm going to give you now is the penultimate one... It's stupid, you don't have to wear it if you don't want to for some reason, it's silly, but..." she shrugged, and he obviously realised how nervous she was and wanted to calm her down.

"Don't worry, I'm sure I'll love it," she smiled apologetically as well as warmly, and then took his bracelet and raised both fists, making him have to choose. He touched her left fist with the index finger of his right hand and opened it, revealing an empty palm. Then she hid her hands again and did the same a couple more times, not opening her hand even if he got it right. "Oh come on," he laughed.

"Okay, okay," she laughed. "Here you go," she said opening her fist where she had his bracelet, also taking hers on her thighs with her free hand at the same time. "They're friendship bracelets," she said as he took the one she offered him and as she showed him hers.

"Ohhh! It's so cool!" he said as he looked at his, and he wasn't lying or exaggerating. "Let's see yours?" and she held it up to him so he could get a better look. They were both beaded bracelets of various shapes and colours, but Bob's had his name in beads of various shades of yellow and blue and hers had her name in other colours. "What if... I wear yours and you wear mine? I think that makes more sense," he said shyly as he shrugged his shoulders, "so we'll always be there for each other."

"Oh," she said without thinking as the proposition took her by surprise, but she loved the fact that he wanted to wear a bracelet with her name on it and she wanted to wear one with his on it, "yeah, of course," she replied enthusiastically, and they exchanged bracelets and put them on. Bob's was a little big on her, and his was a little small on her, but it was bearable.

"I've never had anything like this done to me before," he confessed with a touch of tenderness as he looked at the bracelet on his wrist.

"I'm glad I'm the first," she said with a smile on her face as she looked at him.

"Really, thank you so much," he thanked her now as he looked at her in the same way he looked at the bracelet on hia wrist, "for everything- Wait- You said it was the second to last one."

"Yeah... It's another cheesy one," she said as she took the envelope on her thighs and handed it to him. "But I don't want you to open this now," she said as he took it.

"Oh come on," he said slightly annoyed again and disappointed as he was looking forward to seeing what it was.

"It's embarrassing," she replied.

"Well... Okay."

"Come on," she said as she stood up and picked up the wrapping paper lying around to roll it into a ball and throw it in the bin, "let's go to the swimming pool with these."

"Well, all right," he said resignedly, and helped her pack up. They took his gifts up to his bedroom, put on their swimming costumes and went downstairs with the others. "Look what ______ made me," he said showing off the bracelet as they approached the others, sitting on sofas and armchairs in the courtyard.

"Ohhh," exclaimed Yelena, "it's very cute."

"In theory he was supposed to wear one with his name on it," she said showing the one she was wearing, "but he thought of swapping them," which surprised no one.

"Probably my favourite- of her presents," the birthday boy quickly clarified, not wanting to make them feel bad, "I still have one left to open."

The swimming pool was bright thanks to the lights and warm from all the sunlight that had hit it throughout the day, but even so, since it wasn't so hot anymore because it was night time, the swim wasn't so pleasant, so between that and the fact that they felt like drinking again, they didn't last long in there. When they had dried off with their towels they sat down again on the sofas and armchairs, this time all of them, and started drinking and chatting. But there comes a point when you run out of topics of conversation, especially considering that they literally do everything together as co-workers and housemates, so they started to play drinking games, asking each other personal questions. At this point it was John's turn to ask Bob.

"Mmm... I don't know," he said as he tried to think of a question. "I don't know," he said with a shrug, "body count?" he said not particularly interested in the answer, it was obviously the first thing that popped into his mind and he settled for it.

"Um... I don't keep count..." he answered shyly, and completely gained everyone's attention, but especially ______'s, who jealously clutched the cup she was holding in her hand tighter without realising it.

"Really?" asked Bucky in surprise.

"Are you a fuckboy?" asked Alexei as ______ raised the cup in her hand to her lips. "And when?" he asked in surprise as they used to keep Bob under control in every way and he didn't get out of the tower much. They didn't generally visualise him being obsessed with girls.

"Wait, fuckboy?" asked the birthday boy in confusion. "I thought you meant assassinations on missions," he said looking at his blond male friend.

"What? No!" said John, "I meant how many people you've fucked."

"Oh, well... None, or at least that I remember," he replied, surprisingly calmer than when he said he didn't keep track (of the murders), but still a bit shy about telling something so sexually intimate (in front of the girl he was in love with), and then, hearing that answer, ______ couldn't help but cough and spit some drink out of her mouth, stealing the attention from Bob and deciding to spit the drink into the soil of a flowerpot she was standing next to.

"I'm sorry," she said, looking totally embarrassed, "it went the other way," and she wasn't partly lying.

They spent some more time there but went to bed early, or at least to lock themselves in their bedrooms. Bob was anxious to open the envelope ______ had given him, and he opened it sitting on his bed by the light of one of the little lamps on the bedside tables beside. When he saw that it was a letter (quite long) he lay down to read it quietly.

By the middle of the letter his eyes were watering, and by the end tears were running down his sides and into his ears, and he wept with joy as he read how much she appreciated him. He read it three times, and even if it wasn't a romantic love letter (although it was rather ambiguous), it was in fact a love letter through and through. He couldn't believe his luck, that day and in general. He had (almost) everything he wanted, and he couldn't wait to express his gratitude, so he put the letter aside and reached for his mobile phone under his pillow.

Bob: You're probably asleep and you'll see this tomorrow

Bob: But I just read your letter

Bob: And I want to thank you

Bob: Right now

Bob: I'm speechless

Bob: If I loved you less maybe I could talk about it more

Bob: I mean

Bob: I'm not implying that you love me less for all that you've written me

Bob: On the contrary!

Bob: Look, I don't know

Bob: You know me

Bob: And I'm really glad you're in my life too

Bob: I wish I could hug you right now

Bob: I love you too

Bob: I love you very much

Bob: Although I feel that those three words alone are not enough to express how much I love you

Bob: Maybe I should write you a letter too

And then he thought that maybe he was already saying too much — he was too emotional and like everyone else he let his guard down emotionally at night (but he couldn't blame it on the alcohol he had drunk earlier, because thanks to the serum it didn't affect him anymore). He wanted to delete the last two messages, but unfortunately it was not possible in that app. And to make matters worse, he saw the "Seen". Instantly he dropped the phone as if it was burning in his hands, leaving it on the mattress and putting his hands to his mouth as he did when he saw John fall down the lift shaft the day he met them. When he saw "Typing..." he quickly removed his hands from his mouth to exit their chat room at the same speed, seeing the messages in the notification bar.

______: I'm glad you liked it

______: 🥹🥹🥹🥹

______: I want my hug 😤

______: Right now!!!!

______: I'm going to your room

______: Give me 30 seconds

He wasn't expecting that, but he wouldn't complain either because it was just what he wanted: to see her, to hug her, to feel her. He quickly wiped his tears and got out of bed and headed for the door, trying to calm down and act as if nothing had happened, and just as she had indicated in the message, in thirty seconds she was there, tapping twice on the door. He opened it and there she was, wearing only a huge shirt (with clearly nothing underneath holding her breasts in place) and a huge smile that infected him. Then she took a few steps forward into the room and closer to him, standing on her tiptoes as he curled up to embrace her once and for all.

"I love you so much," he whispered in her ear, trying not to sound too romantic or desperate, though it didn't really help the way he was holding her: wrapping his arms around her as if his life was at stake, gently yet tightly.

"I love you too," she said tenderly, hugging his bare chest in the same way. He was only wearing a swimming costume because it was clearly hot, but instead of the balcony being open, it was all closed up and the ceiling fan was on full blast.

"Did I wake you up?" he asked worriedly when they parted.

"No, I had my mobile on silent mode and it's impossible for me to fall asleep so quickly, besides I'm not sleepy yet."

"Me too, actually."

And the same idea came up in both of their minds, only she was quicker to formulate it.

"Can I stay here for a while?"

"Sure," he replied as he stepped aside to let her pass, and as she went into the room he closed the door.

"Did you have a good time today?" she asked as she climbed into bed, taking the liberty of lying on her side.

He couldn't help noticing how the pose emphasised her curves and the folds of her shirt.

"Isn't it obvious?" he asked as she did the same in the same position.

"I want to hear it coming out of your mouth," she answered with a smile, and as usual she spread it to him.

"I had a great time today, thank you very much."

"Cool. Thanks to you."

"Thanks to me for what?" he asked with a laugh.

"For existing, I don't know," she replied shyly as she laughed and shrugged her shoulders.

He knew that at that particular moment she wasn't thanking him for not killing himself in the past, but he knew that in general she was, and that made him happy. Looking at her with tenderness and with his eyes starting to water again another idea popped into his mind, and he dared to formulate it.

"Can you hug me again?"

"Sure," she replied, "come here," she said as she stood up a little to make herself comfortable. Seeing that he didn't really know how to stand she decided to help him with directions. "Put your head on my arm," she said, referring to the arm she (and seconds later he) was using as a pillow. He did as she instructed, bending his right arm and resting his hand on her arm, and shyly placing his left hand on her waist. "Come closer," she said as she did as she had just indicated him, pulling her neck closer to his face and entwining their legs a little.

"Aren't you hot?" he asked, mingling concern with confusion, unintentionally tickling her neck with his voice. That question caused one of her eyebrows and the corners of her lips to rise.

"What do you mean?" she asked now with a small smirk on her lips.

"Because I'm too hot."

"Don't worry," she said as she began to run her fingers through the strands of his hair with the hand on the arm she was using as their pillow, causing the birthday boy to relax, closing his eyes and feeling even happier and calmer.

It wasn't awkward or uncomfortable, few things were between them. They were great friends and she was generally a loving person in every way, she hugged him often and they had no problem telling each other that they loved each other despite being in love with each other, but this was the first time they had cuddled like this, late at night and almost naked.

"Bob," she said after a few minutes in comfortable silence.

"Mm?"

"I have... one last present for you," he broke away from her, so that she could see his confused expression and look at her as she spoke. "You can refuse if you don't want to."

"What is it?" he asked, getting more and more confused.

"Sex," she replied. The idea had been on her mind for a little while, but she hadn't had enough alcohol to show complete bravery or make the idea seem crazy the next morning, so her nerves got the better of her as she was brought back to her senses by her friend's surprised facial expression. "I mean- For a moment I thought it would be a good idea because I assumed you'd want to lose it for good and that you'd feel more comfortable doing it with a friend, but seriously," she said nervously, "if you don't want to, it's fine and I understand, no hard feelings."

"Are you sure?" he asked surprised and confused. He was happy too, but it seemed like he was living a dream, and if he really was, he'd rather not wake up.

"Yeah."

"But do you really want to fuck me?"

"Uh- Yeah Bob," she answered, blushing and holding back a nervous laugh.

"Why?"

"Because you're really hot, honestly," or not quite, because she still didn't dare to confess that it was also because she was in love with him, and this wouldn't be a good time to do it if she dared. At that moment she could make the excuse that she just wanted to help a friend having sex with him without having to risk her feelings not being reciprocated, which was partly true, but not entirely. "And because I want to help you and make you happy."

"You don't mind that I'm inexperienced?"

"Of course not," she said confidently, placing the palm of her right hand on his cheek. "In fact," she said, smiling and blushing, "I'm glad to have the chance to be the first," she said stroking his cheek with her thumb. "It means you won't forget me."

"I'm going to need your help...." He said, and instantly felt her rub her knee against his cock, which began to harden as he cuddled with her. "A-And.... I don't know if I can last long..." He said nervously and ridiculously excited, it was already showing in his voice and breathing.

"It's okay honey," she said smiling warmly as she brushed his hair out of his face, "don't worry."

You could say that kissing was like signing the agreement, getting down to business. It was she who moved closer to him, leaning in and breaking what little space there was between them. She didn't know if she was his first kiss too, but she liked to think she was, it made her feel even more special. She took pity on him kissing him slowly, and he played along until they started to get hotter and hotter. Although he moaned as much or maybe even more than she did to her surprise he wasn't a bad kisser, maybe it was beginner's luck.

"Do you want to do it with the light off or on?" She asked with bated breath as they broke apart for lack of air.

"On, I want to see you," he dared to answer in the same state, which brought a smile to her face.

Then she told him to sit on the edge of the bed, getting up to take off her panties and then her shirt in front of him, who watched her in astonishment.

"Aren't you going to undress?" she said pointing to his swimming costume with a clear erection as she approached him, raising an eyebrow and smiling playfully.

"Oh, right," he said nervously as he stood up and pulled down his swimming costume, dropping it to the floor and releasing his erection. Now the only thing they had on were their bracelets, and obviously he felt her eyes on his crotch, her eyes went there as his eyes went to hers and her breasts again.

"Good size."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it's perfect," she said to flatter and soothe him (but she wasn't lying) as she moved closer to him, standing on tiptoe and putting her hand back on his cheek and the other on his shoulder, motioning for him to lean in for another kiss, this time more sweetly than passionately. "And all for me," she said before kissing him.

Then she motioned for him to sit on the edge of the bed with his legs spread, and he complied, resting his hands behind him. He assumed she would sit on top of his cock, but he shuddered all the same as he felt her sit on his right thigh as they settled in, feeling her wet lips on his skin and her thigh rubbing against his cock in the same way her hard nipples rubbed against his muscular torso. And then, as if that wasn't enough, she began to rub herself against him as she gave him a hickey on his neck and brought her hand to his cock. He tensed unconsciously as he felt her hand wrap around it, and she slowly but firmly stroked up and down and then down and up.

"Oh God-," he moaned without thinking, his breath hitching and his voice trembling. After a pause to try to get used to the sensation he asked, "W-What do I do?"

"Nothing right now, just relax, okay? Let me know if you feel like you're going to cum," she said as she moved to his lips to kiss him again, this time more passionately than before.

He whimpered as his voice choked in a sloppy, hungry kiss. His desperation was palpable, his cock was hot and throbbing. He whimpered at the slightest caress on it and on his thigh, adding some nonsense when their lips were parted, apart from watching hypnotised how her hand move.

Her left hand clung to his right shoulder and wrapped around his back like a normal hug, and he also wrapped his right arm around her waist. Her breath hitched as he did as she slid more and more easily up his thigh as she became wetter and wetter. Also, as she kissed him, she increased the speed of her hand even more as their arousal grew, until he groaned and told her he was close.

"That was... incredible," he said, his breath coming in ragged gasps, resting his forehead against hers.

"Well, it's only just begun," she replied, laughing softly as she stroked his chin with her fingers. "Tell me something you've always wanted to do, some kink you have, I'll fulfill it."

"Uh- I don't know..." He said hesitantly as he pulled away from her, resting his hands shyly on her waist.

"Oh come on, everyone has kinks, and it probably doesn't scare me," she said in an attempt to calm him down. "I don't judge either."

"I'm a little ashamed to say it..." he said shyly.

"I'm not afraid to do a footjo-"

"What!?" he asked confused and surprised, but laughing at the same time. "No, it's not that! Why do you think it's that!?"

"Fuck, isn't it?" she asked surprised but also holding back her laughter as she put her hand to her mouth to cover it.

"No, why do you think that?" he asked again, now desperate to know the answer as he laughed.

"It's like- the most common weird fetish among men," she replied as she shrugged, still with her hand in front of her mouth trying to hide her laughter. "But don't change the subject and tell me, come ooon," she said putting her hands on his shoulders and trying to shake him.

"Okay," he said trying to sound more serious, "but please don't laugh."

"Okay," she replied, and when she was silent she made direct eye contact with him, but her lips were trembling as she tried to hold in her laughter. It felt like when at school the teacher said that the next person who laughed would be punished, you tried to be serious but you'd look at your friend holding in your laughter and it was all fucked up, but this time Bob was both the teacher and friend. "If I laugh it's not because of that!" She hastened to add in her defence as she laughed, her laughter rubbing off on him as he dropped his back onto the mattress. At least thanks to that moment he was already calmer, both emotionally and sexually.

He stretched out an arm to grab a pillow and put it over part of his face. She could see him giggling, but as the smile faded, she, still sitting on his thigh, knew he was getting ready to confess what he wanted to do to her, or rather, what he wanted her to do to him.

"I want you to sit on my face and ride it."

"Oh," she exclaimed, trying to hide her astonishment as she hadn't expected that, but she didn't dislike the idea either, "interesting. Is that why you put the pillow over your face?" She dared to joke, "To get used?"

"Have mercy on me, please," he said as he laughed, half joking and half serious.

"I will," she said more seriously now as she settled herself, sitting on his waist and leaning forward to pull the pillow away from his face, "no problem," she said resting her hands on his shoulders, nodding and with an encouraging smile that she wanted him to see. "And it's nothing to be ashamed of or weird, a lot of men like that too," she said quietly.

"I'm beginning to worry that you know so much about men's kinks," he said again half joking and half serious.

"I had some curious experiences, yeah... But who hasn't?" she asked without thinking.

He. He didn't have any, and when she realised what she had said, which fortunately was quick, she put her hand quickly to her mouth again.

"Fuck- Sorry," she said embarrassed.

"It's all right," he said laughing resignedly as he rubbed his forehead with his fingers.

"So... Are you sure you want to?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"You're going to find it hard to breathe..." she warned.

"It's not like you can kill me."

"That's fair," she said smiling sideways, "all right then," she said leaning down to give him a short but sweet kiss on the lips. "But warn me if you need to stop, okay?" she said as she pulled away from him to change positions, and he nodded.

She was honestly embarrassed to find herself putting her knees to the side of his head and settling down to bring her pussy closer to his face, it was the first time she had ever done such a thing, but she was glad to experience what she was experiencing and to be able to say that in a way he had been her first time too.

But she didn't want to sit down dropping her weight — she was afraid of hurting him with her weight, though she knew that (as well as choking him) was impossible. She made eye contact with his pleading eyes, eyes that were so kind to her that they soothed her, and at the same time also excited her. And all he could see was her, but mostly he only had eyes for her.

He swallowed, taking a deep breath as she slowly sat on his face, slowly adding more and more weight until she was completely on top of him. He began to fuck her with his tongue, straining to move his tongue quickly and do his best. The instant she felt that along with the tip of his nose against her already sensitive clit she moaned and clutched at his scalp, partly for stability as she began to rub herself against him.

The moans of one excited the other, although his could barely be heard as he was crushing the lower half of her face with her pussy. Nothing but the moans of both and the sounds of his tongue licking inside him filled the bedroom (along with the ceiling fan, the only witness in there to what they were doing and which was doing nothing to quench the heat they were feeling). That made her move harder and faster against him, and the more she rubbed his nose against her clit. She felt a little guilty because she knew he couldn't breathe, but she also knew she had nothing to worry about thanks to his powers. And she was close, feeling hotter and hotter inside her, and she desperately rolled her hips on him, showing him no mercy in that regard.

With her head thrown back, her lips parted as she moaned, she arched her back and clenched her toes as the heat building in her belly surged down her body, and she unconsciously tried to pull away from him through the spasms of pleasure she felt in her clitoris. Bob held her thighs tightly in his hands, large palms that shyly and slowly slid to her buttocks, squeezing them needily when they reached them.

When she pulled away from him he felt her orgasm slide down her entrance and drip into his mouth, and then she lay defeated beside him as he wiped his face with his right arm.

"So did I do well?" He asked anxiously for the answer, turning his neck to watch her catch her breath at the same time he did, but with his eyes closed. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah yeah," she moaned, still with her eyes closed, not noticing that his eyes were fixed on her breasts. "And you? Are you all right?" She asked as she opened them and craned her neck, moving her arm towards him for physical contact.

"Oh yeah," he replied with bated breath, nodding his head. "Better than ever, thank you," he said laughing nervously and blushing.

"You're welcome," she replied also laughing. She had to laugh, the situation was surreal but she was loving it.

"Um- Can I touch your tits...?" he asked shyly, trying to look her in the eyes and trying to avoid looking at them, but failing in the attempt.

"Touch anywhere you want honey, I'm all yours," she said smirking. "Come here," she indicated with her index finger, and he obeyed putting his knees at her sides and sitting on her, careful not to drop his full weight so as not to hurt her. Trembling he brought his hands to them, at last touching what he had wanted to touch all day and for months.

"Oh God," he said in awe, his breath hitching as he squeezed them, "they're so soft... And so beautiful..." he said mesmerised as he leaned down to get much closer to them, and as an idea popped into his mind he looked up, "Can I suck them...?"

She didn't even answer, she just grabbed him by the back of the head with her dominant hand and put his face in them. He rubbed his face against them and in the cleavage, and then, while squeezing one he did everything with the nipple of the other: kissing, biting and pulling, licking and sucking... — not necessarily in that order, he just did what he felt without thinking, moving from one action to another when he got tired of one, and the same from one tit to the other. Now that he had the chance to touch her exactly where he wanted to he wasn't going to waste it.

"Bob..." she moaned as she lifted his chin, wanting to get his attention and make him look at her. Their hungry gazes connected, even though his hair was falling messily down his face and saliva was running down his chin. "Kiss me," and as usual he obeyed, and their lips met again, as did their saliva and tongues. "What else do you want me to do?" She asked when they broke apart for lack of air.

"Fuck me, ride me," he begged, "please," he said as he pulled back from her and lay down on the bed.

He watched nervously but anxiously as she settled down on top of him and took hold of his cock to finally push it slowly inside her. Bob really wanted to see his cock disappear inside her, he had daydreamed about it many times, but the instant he felt its tip enter her wet entrance he had to throw his head back, whimpering and clutching at the mattress as if his life depended on it, clutching even tighter and panting with every inch he entered her.

"Are you okay my love?" She asked as she sat fully on top of him, not because of the weight but because of his condition. Bob's was a little big on her, and she was a little small on her, but it was bearable. She knew he could handle it, but she wanted to make sure.

"Yeah-" he moaned, loosening his grip on the mattress.

"Yeah," she said smirking, "you look very good..." she said as she scanned his muscular abdomen, the same one she'd longed to touch in the morning as she placed her hands on his lower half.

"Oh fuck-!" he moaned as he felt her start to move, and even if it was slow he gripped the mattress tightly again as she held the index finger of her dominant hand in front of her lips where she had a playful smile, meaning that it was better if the others didn't hear them. "Fuck- Sorry- But you feel- God-"

"Don't be sorry," she said still smiling in the same way, "I love to hear you like this," she said as she grabbed his hands and put them on her waist. "Touch me like you're creaming me again," and he obeyed trying to do his best while trying to stay sane and silent, watching in front of him her tits with his saliva traces and his hands sliding up and down and up and down, from her tits to her buttocks.

"Fuck- You feel so good-" he moaned, trying to keep it to a whisper. "Both inside and out... I-I don't think I'm going to last long..."

"Not yet honey, come on," she moaned, "you can do it, I know you can. Do it for me, okay?" she pouted as she wiggled. "Be a good boy and cum when I tell you to."

"P-Please..." he whimpered, tightening his grip on her buttocks. It was definitely going to leave marks, but she wouldn't complain and would wear every bruise and scratch like badges of honour.

"Wait, I assure you, it's better to cum at the same time."

Surprisingly he obeyed again. She thought that by picking up the pace he would cum instantly, but he endured it well, and clearly let him know it by saying that he was taking her very good. Luckily for him she didn't have long to go before she was at the same point as he was — it seemed like his cock was made for her, and to be honest, it was making her too hot to see how he was on the verge of tears as he felt so much pleasure thanks to her.

Hearing her moan his name between compliments as they made eye contact while bouncing on top of him was the last straw, literally. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, thinking it would stop the sobbing, the moaning, and above all the orgasm coming out of him, but it was no use. He didn't have time to warn her, but neither did she. The sensation of her wet walls pulsing around him, just as his cock throbbed inside her as he filled her was too much. Unconsciously, as he felt both his body and hers go into spasms he gripped her waist tightly again as when she was on top of his face.

There was no turning back now, she could proclaim his virginity and what was the best orgasm of his life. Although he knew it would feel better than using his hand he didn't imagine it would feel that good. He was thankful he was lying down, because he ended up exhausted (although he guessed correctly that he would soon recover all his energy, also thanks to the serum). And he wasn't the only one, but she still slowly rocked her hips back and forth, wanting to enjoy him until the last few seconds before she was separated from him.

"God," he sighed, "that was... wonderful," he said as he let go of her hips and she stood up, pulling away from him, "thank you so much. Uh- Did you have fun?" he said as he craned his neck to watch her, watching as she sat in the gap between his legs and let out his semen mingled with other fluids.

"Bob, I've cum twice," she said pointing to her entrance, and as he heard her answer and saw all that came out of her he blushed, but most of all he felt happy and proud of himself, "what do you think?" she asked smirking, a smile that infected him.

"I wanted to make sure," he answered as she approached him awkwardly, her knees giving out from riding him so much one way or the other.

"But you didn't cum when I told you to," she said as she dropped down beside him, laying on her side as she was at first.

"Did you? I think you were more busy cumming on my cock," he said as he got into the same position as her, and the instant she heard that she gasped and had to hold a laugh at the same time.

"How dare you...!?" she asked totally surprised. "I'll have to punish you for double," she said playing along.

"Whenever you want," he said, and they both leaned in for a kiss, short but sweet as their smiles relaxed. "Can I ask you a question?"

"You already are."

He would take that as a "Yes".

"Um... Your letter is very romantic, and always but especially this weekend you've been very... attentive and affectionate with me," seeing where he was going the young woman's face became more serious, "and I was wondering if... you're in love with me, because sometimes I get that feeling but sometimes I also think I'm delusional..."

"What makes you doubt that? Apart from the obvious," she said referring to his low self-esteem due to his depression and traumas.

"I remember a few months ago I said I liked short skirts and soon you started wearing a lot of them, but it could also be because it was getting hot," he said smiling nervously but hopefully, and now he was the one who spread the smile to her.

"It was because of you," she laughed defeatedly, nodding slightly with her eyes closed. She could no longer escape or deny it, but after what they had done she felt hopeful and it wasn't a bad time to confess it once and for all. "It's all because of you, Bob," she said as she opened them, looking up at him with a tender gaze.

"You make me the happiest man in the world," he said grinning from ear to ear as he rose to get on top of her, kissing her face full of kisses as she giggled with a blush. "I love you."

"I love you too," she said as she laughed and placed her hands on his cheeks before kissing him again.

"I can't believe the candles' wish came true so fast," she said as she put her hands on his shoulders.

"Was it me?" she asked surprised but happy.

"Yeah, you — to have you all to myself once for all."

post credit scene:

"Hey, now that I think about it, what kinks do you have?" Bob asked when the room was quiet and dark after taking a cold shower, trying to sleep once and for all.

"Good night my love," she replied with a laugh.

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cameronsbabydoll · 12 hours ago

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hii !! i dint know which rafe fits in this req but basically i loove mangoes although im a messy eater.. and i was thinking of they went on a date to a farm..ish? like a field full of fruits. and reader and rafe was offered fresh sweet mangoes, rafe being rafe was able to eat it the proper and neat way, meanwhile reader keeps dropping it on her shirt or the juice spilling to her arm if you understand what i mean 😓 then rafe saw so he kind of scolded her, he’s like saying “baby that’s not the proper way to eat a mango” something like that 😭 and he helps her out and a fluffy ending if you want.. i was also thinking this is how rafe eats his mango

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZShwYBhTq/

he just asks for a spoon or just slurps it up I DUNNO!! ive been thinking about it

MANGO MESS ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა

rafe cameron x puppy!reader

warnings: foodplay (mango juice, messy eating), soft puppyplay dynamics, light scolding/praise, fluffy doting rafe, mentions of having a meltdown over stickiness, lots of babying

a/n: divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more !! and i def imagined this with my puppy!reader

you were bouncing in the passenger seat before the car had even turned off.

“rafe!” you gasped, nose practically pressed to the glass. “look—look, look, the trees! they’re all yellow!”

he didn’t need to look. he could hear the smile in your voice. see the sticky fingers in his future.

“yeah, pup,” he said, resting a hand on your thigh to stop you from wiggling too much. “they’re mango trees.”

your eyes went wide.

you’d been waiting for this all week. a whole fruit farm, just like the ones you saw on pinterest, with baskets and trees and sunshine and bees and pretty dresses. you picked your outfit special — a gingham dress with frilly straps and a bow that tied in the back, white eyelet socks and your little mary janes. and in your tote bag, carefully zipped into the front pocket, was your favorite sonny angel. the orange one to match the mangoes.

when you finally got out, your arms stretched over your head like a sleepy puppy, rafe just shook his head, smiling a little.

“this place is huge,” you breathed. “do they have strawberries? and peaches? and and—mangos?”

“that’s what we’re here for, baby,” he said, slinging an arm around your shoulder as he led you toward the rows of trees. “just mangoes today.”

you nodded dutifully, trying not to get distracted by the buzzing bees and bright flowers. and for a little while, you were good. listened while the farmer talked about ripeness and harvesting. held rafe’s hand and squeezed it every time you saw a bird.

and then he handed you a mango.

bright orange and warm from the sun, soft like your cheek when rafe cups it at night. you held it in both hands like a treasure, eyes round.

“i can eat it now?”

“go ahead, pup,” rafe said, already peeling his with the little knife he brought from the truck. he was neat. clean slices. perfect cubes. didn’t spill a drop.

you, on the other hand, immediately took a bite.

slurp.

juice squirted down your chin. dripped onto your chest. sticky golden syrup smeared down your wrist and splashed onto your dress.

“mmmfff—issssooooo good,” you tried to say around the fruit, talking with your mouth full.

rafe paused mid-cut.

“…baby,” he said slowly, trying not to laugh. “that’s not the proper way to eat a mango.”

you looked up, cheeks puffed out, mango string in your teeth. your lip trembled just slightly.

“‘m sorry…” you mumbled, voice wobbly. “i got it on my dress.”

your hands were sticky. your chin was sticky. your knees were sticky and you didn’t even know how.

rafe exhaled through his nose, crouching down in front of you.

“give me that,” he said, taking the mango from your hand. “jesus, pup.”

“don’t be mad,” you sniffled.

“i’m not mad,” he muttered, wiping your mouth gently with the edge of his shirt. “just knew this was gonna happen.”

you blinked at him with big, wet eyes as he wet a napkin and dabbed at your hands, your neck, your elbows (how??).

“you’re a mess,” he muttered. “my messy little baby.”

you sniffled again.

“don’t cry,” he said, holding your face in both hands now. “i got you, yeah? just lemme help.”

and help he did.

he cleaned your hands. kissed the tip of your nose. unwrapped the sticky bow from your ponytail. even held your mango for you and fed you tiny neat bites — holding the fruit to your mouth while you licked around the edge, juice running down your lips, your lashes fluttering when he called you so good, pup. that’s it. such a good girl.

by the time you curled up in his lap under a mango tree, sticky and sleepy and full, your sonny angel tucked into your pocket, your chin tucked under his, you were content.

“think that orange doll brought you good luck,” he whispered against your hair.

“mhm,” you yawned. “gonna name him rafe junior.”

“jesus christ,” he muttered, but he kissed your forehead anyway.

and the mango juice on his shirt? worth it. every drop.

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naomi-nana · 2 days ago

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Hello, I hope you are having a lovely day/afternoon/evening! Could I suggest one in the Reader enjoys giving homemade donuts to Ruggie as a thank you for helping him with his tasks?

✎ᝰ. do nut deceive me! .

while ruggie feels, oh, so very grateful for the homemade goods you make for him each time he helps you. he also can't help but feel a little suspicious at your kindness.

featuring : ruggie bucchi

cw : gn!reader(not sure if u were asking for a male reader with how you worded it ... so i made it gender neutral instead, if that's okay!), fluff, bad grammars, probably ooc ruggie, reader is yuu

a/n: HAAII thank uu for the request!! SO sorry if this is ooc, i genuinely struggled writing for him. the reason why it took so long is because i had to read fics of him to understand his personality better lmao. i hope this was what u were asking for, anon! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

you've known ruggie long enough to know of his family background. and, truth to be told, you've always felt bad for the guy. while you know that he sometimes steals from others just to survive, you also know that he's a good guy underneath.

he always helped you with a lot of things. even if he expects payment, you really appreciate his help throughout your days in NRC. the first time he helped you was when you ran out of ingredients in your shared dorm with grim.

"the shop was a lil' packed today for some reason," he sighs, handing you the paperbag full of cooking ingredients, "so you gotta pay me double for that, shishishi!" he snickers, rubbing his hands together menacingly.

"sigh ... of course i'll pay you." his face lights up at your reply, almost jumping excitedly as he await whatever payment you're giving him. "here, i made some donuts earlier. you can have some!" you hand him a food container filled with all kinds of donuts. if ruggie were to die, this would probably be the heaven waiting for him in the afterlife.

"woah! no way, all of this is for me?!"

"well, yes ... you don't want this?"

"hey, i never said that!" he almost immediately snatched the container from your hands, snickering to himself. "if ya want me to help with something again, you can always hit me up! still with payment, of course." after he took the container, he left quickly, skipping his ways towards the gates of ramshackle.

it seems like he's very happy about those donuts.

the next few days, whenever you are struggling with something, ruggie always materializes right beside you and says something along the lines of, "seems like you're in need of my help, shishishi!" and right after that, you would always pay him with homemade goods.

even if ruggie accepts it happily, he can't help but feel suspicious of you. because who the hell would act so kind towards someone like him?

so, one day, after he had received another one of your homemade donuts in his favorite flavor-not sure how you knew that-he asked you a question. "hey, don't know if you're dense or what, but don't you think you're being a little too kind in this school? y'know, this place's not exactly kind to kind people."

"i don't see anything wrong with it." you replied, looking as innocent as ever. seriously, do you actually think if you keep acting kind towards people, everybody will like you? you're just going to be taken advantage of! like he's currently doing right now. er, not really.

"it's just cuz' you're so oblivious."

"then, should i stop giving you donuts?"

what?! that's the worst solution you could ever come up with! "no, no, no, i never said that. 'm just telling you to be more careful!" he sighs, making you raise an eyebrow. "this school will chew you up someday." he mutters under his breath, opening the food container in his hands.

"guess i better stick around to make sure that doesn't happen, shishishi." he continues, snickering to himself as he took one of the donuts to munch on it.

"hm? did you say something?"

"yeah," he says with a mouthful, tail flicking behind him. "the donuts are good ... just like usual."

naomi-nana. do NOT repost, do not use (with or without permission), do not recommend or talk about my works outside of tumblr.

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paxaz535 · 15 hours ago

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DOUBLE (DATE) TROUBLE

nika x reader + pazzi

nika and paige somehow makes it a competition in the cabin

(i’m not sure if this type of stuff makes people uncomfortable so if it does, please don’t read it nor comment negative things about it)

w: nsfw , smut , squirting , competitive sex , fingering (sorry if i missed any)

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Nika:

You:

you’re literally sitting next to me.

Paige:

girl hush and read the texts

you disliked this message

Azzi:

don’t worry gorgeous

paige is right next to me too unfortunately

but what is happening rn

Paige:

so me & nika cooked up a little surprise…

Nika:

we’re going on a double date

pack for the weekend pls

You:

you couldn’t just say this out loud?

Nika:

no cause azzi still needed to know

Azzi:

paige could’ve just told me too??

Paige:

okay but like

where’s the drama in that

we booked a cabin btw. for the weekend.

you’re welcome.

Nika:

we’re also going out tonight

so dress hot

pls & thanks

Paige:

especially you, [ ]

You:

why am i catching strays???

Paige:

girl… you stay dressing like it’s laundry day

You:

you cannot be talking paige

Nika:

enough. both of you.

Azzi:

yeah hush 🙄

Nika:

just be ready.

You:

fine i guess

Azzi:

what she said 👆🏽

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You and Azzi had the same idea: get ready together, pre-game, and unpack a little chaos of your own before the real trouble started.

You were packing your overnight bag while Azzi sat on your bed zipping up her makeup case, already dressed in something tight and black and unfair.

“Why do you think they planned all this?” you asked, holding up two swimsuits and deciding to pack both.

Azzi shrugged, sliding a small bottle into her bag. “No idea. But they’re definitely up to something. Paige’s been smiling like a Bond villain all day.”

You raised an eyebrow when you noticed something peeking out of her duffel. “Wait. Is that what I think it is?”

Azzi froze. “Girl,” she said slowly, “you know we don’t do secrets.”

You pulled your bag open. “Then look what Nika wanted me to bring.”

You revealed the wand and Azzi’s jaw dropped.

“That’s literally the perfect one,” she whispered, reaching out instinctively. “Where’d she even find that?”

“She sent me the link like three days ago,” you said, laughing. “Didn’t even ask. Just, ‘buy this.’”

Azzi was still inspecting it when she suddenly smirked. “Since we’re doing show and tell…”

She unzipped a side pocket and revealed hers—smaller, sleeker, pink.

You blinked. “That’s adorable. Is it even real?”

Azzi laughed. “Don’t let the size fool you. Paige used it on me last week and I literally couldn’t walk after.”

You choked. “Oh, you freaks.”

“She’s always horny,” Azzi muttered with a blush, zipping her bag shut again. “Like, I’ll just be trying to eat cereal and she’s over here licking syrup off her thumb.”

You cracked up. “Can’t blame her. She did bag a baddie.”

Azzi smacked your arm, laughing too. “Shut up.”

Just then, your phones lit up at the same time.

⸻

Fantastic Fags (4/4)

Nika:

come outside

like now

Paige:

for real. don’t take forever.

You:

shut the hell up

Azzi:

here we come dumbasses

⸻

You both grabbed your bags and headed downstairs, wheeling them across the lot. You could hear Drake playing from the car even with the windows rolled up.

You knocked on the trunk. It popped open.

You tossed both bags inside, already spotting Paige’s duffel and Nika’s battered gym bag. You and Azzi split, each circling opposite sides of the car.

You climbed in behind Nika. She had on a loose black button-up, baggy jeans, clean Air Forces. Her jaw was tight. Hands steady on the wheel.

Paige was in the passenger seat, one leg up, white jeans and black New Balances. The grin on her face was criminal.

“Finally,” Paige said, turning just enough to check you both out. “Damn. Took y’all long enough.”

“We didn’t even take ten minutes,” Azzi said, closing her door. “Relax.”

“You two look good,” Paige added innocently.

Nika glanced at you through the rearview. “That dress…” she hummed.

You smirked. “You got something to say?”

She didn’t even blink. “You’re something else.”

You smiled, pulling out your phone. “Azzi—get in this selfie.”

She leaned in close, her cheek warm against yours. You snapped a few shots—one soft smile, one sticking out your tongues, one where Paige flipped off the camera from the front seat.

You looked too damn good not to document this.

The restaurant was almost too nice.

Dark oak floors. Dim lighting. A private corner booth tucked away behind a partition of sheer curtains. You clocked the vibe the moment you stepped in: they picked this place on purpose.

You slid in beside Nika without question, her hand immediately resting on your thigh. Azzi settled in beside Paige, who was already leaning back like she owned the place.

“You two act like you run this restaurant,” you murmured, scanning the gold-embossed menu.

“We do,” Paige said.

“Basically,” Nika echoed, her thumb tracing slow, thoughtless circles on your skin.

A server dropped off water, menus, and bread. You hadn’t even picked a drink yet and Nika’s hand was sliding higher beneath the table.

“Really?” you whispered, shifting in your seat.

“You wore the dress,” she replied without looking at you. “You knew what this was.”

Across the booth, Azzi shifted a little too quickly in her seat. Paige’s hand was under the table too, resting comfortably on her girl’s bare thigh, from the look of it.

“So… what’s the occasion?” you asked, trying for nonchalance.

“Celebrating us,” Paige said, reaching for a breadstick. “And because y’all been good lately.”

Nika leaned in, her voice low. “Mostly.”

You gave her a side eye, then flicked your gaze to the tablecloth as her fingers dragged higher. “You’re gonna get us kicked out.”

She smirked. “Only if you’re loud.”

Azzi slightly choked on her water, the words catching her off guard. The server returned for orders. You picked salmon. Azzi went with scallops. Nika ordered short ribs, and Paige chose rare steak with zero hesitation. Before they even left, Nika added, “We’ll also take the molten lava cake for dessert.”

“Bold of you,” you said, arching a brow.

“I know what I want early,” she said, her voice smooth as her fingers slid between your legs.

You nearly choked on your water.

Azzi made a sudden sound across the booth, a soft gasp that she barely swallowed down. You glanced at her—her cheeks were flushed, her hand now gripping Paige’s under the table.

Paige tilted her head. “Everything okay over there, baby?”

Azzi nodded quickly, breathing through her nose. “You’re such an asshole,” she whispered, almost fond.

“You’re welcome.”

Nika’s fingers finally found what they were looking for, pushing your panties aside with slow, teasing ease. You clenched your jaw, heart hammering in your chest.

“You’re soaked already,” she murmured. “Damn.”

“You’re crazy for doing this here.”

“You didn’t say stop.”

You didn’t. Couldn’t. Across from you, Azzi’s mouth fell open again, head tipping back for half a second before she caught herself.

You reached under the table and squeezed her knee. You good?

She mouthed, no, bitch, and tried not to laugh.

Nika slid one finger inside you, and you tensed. The pressure, the heat of her touch—it made your head spin. You grabbed the edge of the table to steady yourself, praying your voice didn’t crack if you had to say anything aloud.

“You alright, love?” Paige asked, looking right at Azzi.

Azzi nodded. Her voice was breathy. “Mmhmm. Just… great.”

“I bet.”

The server returned with your food. Nika’s hand vanished like it had never been there. You had to sit back like you weren’t seconds from collapsing. Your salmon looked perfect. You didn’t taste a single bite.

Paige fed Azzi a piece of steak with her fingers, slow and deliberate. “Open.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but obeyed. Her lips closed over Paige’s fingers, eyes fluttering just for a moment.

“Good girl,” Paige whispered.

Nika watched them, then leaned toward you with that smug grin she wore too well. “Think we’ll be louder than them tonight?”

You stared her down. “You’re gonna have to prove it.”

—-

The car ride was quieter now.

Not silent, but charged—like everyone was conserving energy for later. The city lights had faded behind you. Trees took over the view, a blur of shadows in the headlights as the road twisted deeper into nowhere.

Azzi was curled up against the window, legs tucked under her, eyes closed but not asleep. Paige’s hand was resting on her thigh again—innocent if you didn’t know better. If you hadn’t seen what she was capable of with just two fingers and a dare.

You shifted in your seat, trying not to think about how warm your skin still felt under your dress. Nika’s hand was back on the wheel, one arm draped loosely across the top of her seat. You could feel the weight of her glance without even looking.

“You alright over there?” she murmured, low enough that only you could hear.

“Yeah,” you said, staring out the window. “Just thinking.”

“About dinner?”

You gave her a look. “About what’s next.”

Her smile was slow. “Good.”

Paige cut through the quiet, glancing over her shoulder. “There’s a liquor store up here—y’all wanna stop?”

Azzi made a sleepy noise. “Do we need to?”

Nika shrugged. “We brought wine.”

“But do we have tequila?” Paige asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I feel like you just want to watch us suffer,” you muttered.

Paige grinned. “Is it working?”

You leaned forward between the seats. “Fine. Get your stupid tequila. But I’m not doing shots.”

“Liar,” Paige said, already signaling to turn off the road.

—

The cabin came into view half an hour later—three stories tall, tucked back in the woods, windows glowing warm against the dark. You blinked as the driveway curved upward, revealing a full wraparound porch, twinkle lights strung across the railings.

“Okay,” Azzi whispered. “That’s sexy.”

“You’re welcome,” Paige said again.

“You keep saying that like we didn’t agree to this,” you shot back, climbing out as the car came to a stop.

Nika was already grabbing bags. “Just say thank you.”

You rolled your eyes but followed her up the steps, your overnight bag slung over your shoulder. The air smelled like pine and smoke and something a little colder than it had any right to in late spring.

Inside, the cabin was even nicer. High ceilings. Leather couches. Stone fireplace. One long hallway that branched off into bedrooms. You dropped your bag near the entry and turned slowly in place, taking it in.

“Dibs on the room with the balcony,” Azzi said immediately.

“You don’t even know which one that is—” you started.

“She does now,” Paige interrupted, already hauling their bags down the hall. “C’mon, baby.”

Azzi blew you a kiss as she disappeared after her.

Nika was behind you again, close enough that you could feel the heat of her body against your back. “Let them have it,” she murmured. “Ours is downstairs.”

You turned, brows raised. “There’s a downstairs?”

She gestured toward the far corner. A narrow staircase led down into the dark.

You followed her without a word.

—

The basement suite was ridiculous. A king-sized bed, low lighting, even a fireplace in the corner. There was a private bathroom and a walk-in shower you could probably fit all four of you in—though that was not happening.

Nika dropped her bag by the door. You stood in the center of the room, suddenly unsure what to do with your hands.

“So… this is where you planned to murder me?” you teased.

She stepped up close. “Murder’s not the plan.”

“Mm. Just death by orgasm?”

“Something like that.”

You didn’t get a chance to laugh—her mouth was already on yours.

The kiss was deep, steady, demanding. Her hands found your hips, pulled you in. Your fingers curled in the front of her shirt. The fabric was soft, but her chest was solid beneath it, and she kissed you like she knew exactly how this night would end.

“I want you naked,” she muttered against your mouth.

“You’re so romantic,” you breathed.

“You’re gonna be loud,” she whispered.

Before you could answer, there was a distant knock—light, fast, unmistakable. Then Azzi’s voice, muffled through the floorboards:

“Shot time, sluts!”

You groaned, pressing your forehead to Nika’s shoulder.

She sighed. “Cockblocked by friendship.”

You grinned. “Story of our lives.”

Nika let you go with one last squeeze. “Come on. Let’s go prove we can hold our liquor better than Paige.”

“Oh, I can,” you said, flipping your hair. “Question is—can you still finger me under the table after three shots?”

Nika just smiled. “Try me.”

Upstairs, the girls had already claimed the kitchen.

Paige was behind the counter lining up shot glasses with the precision of a bartender and the chaos of a demon. Azzi was on the barstool closest to her, legs crossed, phone out, taking pictures of the bottles and making a playlist on the fly.

“Where the hell were y’all?” Paige asked, not looking up.

You slipped onto the stool next to Azzi. “We were bonding.”

Azzi snorted. “You were definitely sucking face.”

Nika opened a cabinet, found a bag of chips, and tossed it on the counter. “You jealous?”

“Maybe,” Azzi said, stealing one and crunching loudly. “Depends how long it lasted.”

“Thirty seconds, tops,” you muttered, reaching for a glass. “Y’all are good at timing.”

Paige poured the first round—clear and menacing. “This one’s for arriving. And surviving the restaurant.”

“Barely,” Azzi added, glancing at you with a little shiver.

You raised your glass. “To being the hottest people in the state.”

“Cheers to that,” Paige said, clinking against everyone else’s.

The first shot hit hot and immediate. You grimaced, licked your lip, and grabbed the chips.

Azzi tilted her head toward the living room. “Y’all wanna play something?”

“Truth or dare,” Paige said immediately.

You groaned. “You’re so predictable.”

“I’m so fun,” Paige corrected, already walking toward the couch. “Get your hot asses over here.”

—

Fifteen minutes in, the vibe had shifted.

You were buzzed, warm, draped sideways across the arm of the couch with your legs in Nika’s lap. Azzi was on the floor between Paige’s knees, her head tilted back onto her girlfriend’s thigh. Every dare got a little bolder. Every truth cut a little deeper.

“Alright, alright,” Paige said, pointing at Nika. “Truth or dare.”

Nika cracked her neck. “Dare.”

Paige smirked. “Make her moan.”

You blinked. “I’m sorry—what?”

“She didn’t say how,” Azzi added quickly, already smiling like a menace.

Nika met your eyes, slow and steady. “C’mere.”

Your stomach flipped. You sat up, your whole body on high alert. Nika pulled you gently into her lap, one hand resting on your outer thigh, the other trailing up your spine.

“You don’t have to do anything,” she said quietly, voice for your ears only. “Just trust me.”

You nodded, heart racing.

Her lips brushed your neck—barely there. Then her tongue flicked just under your jaw, and your body lit up.

She didn’t say anything else. Just mapped out every soft spot behind your ear with her mouth, slow and devastating, while her fingers danced higher up your thigh. You exhaled hard—just once—but it came out embarrassingly close to a moan.

“Shit,” you whispered.

“Say it,” Nika breathed, teeth grazing your pulse.

You bit your lip. But it was no use.

“Fuck,” you moaned softly, hand tightening in her shirt.

Across from you, Paige held up both hands. “There it is.”

Azzi clapped like it was a game show. “We have a winner!”

You rolled off Nika with a laugh and a flushed face, flopping back onto the couch.

“Payback’s coming,” you warned.

Paige leaned down to whisper something in Azzi’s ear. Whatever it was, her girlfriend’s face went red instantly.

“I hate you,” Azzi muttered.

“You love me,” Paige corrected. “Now—truth or dare?”

Azzi sighed. “Dare.”

Paige held out her hand. “Panties. Now.”

Azzi blinked. “You’re so annoying.”

“You’re so slow.”

You and Nika exchanged a look as Azzi shifted on the floor, clearly debating. Then, with a frustrated sigh, she reached under her dress, hips tilting up just enough, and slid them down.

Lace. Pale pink.

She smacked them into Paige’s hand. “Happy?”

“Ecstatic,” Paige said, tucking them into her back pocket like a trophy.

You were halfway to calling her a menace when Nika leaned close again. “You wanna tap out?”

You shook your head. “I’m so locked in.”

—

It didn’t last much longer.

Someone—Azzi—yawned. Someone else— Nika suggested you all wrapped it up.

You dragged your bag to the basement, drunk and sore from laughing, adrenaline still buzzing beneath your skin. Nika followed close behind, slower this time, just watching you move.

“I haven’t forgotten that moan,” she teased, locking the door behind you.

You smirked. “You wanna hear the loud version?”

Her eyes darkened. “Bet.”

You didn’t even make it to the bed.

She had you against the wall before your shoes were off—hot mouth, stronger hands, the scent of cedar and wine and want all around you. You were already soaked. She already knew.

And right around the moment she dropped to her knees—right when her tongue slid over you for the first time—

you heard it.

A sound through the ceiling. Faint. Distant. But unmistakable.

A whimper.

Then: Azzi’s voice, high and pleading.

You froze.

Nika pulled back just enough to glance up, then back at you. Her lips were shiny. Her grin was pure evil.

“Round one,” she whispered.

You bit your lip, legs shaking already. “Oh, it’s on.”

Azzi. High-pitched. Fragile. “Please, Paige—”

Nika’s mouth pulled back from between your thighs, her breath warm, tongue glistening. “You hear that?”

You nodded slowly, heart hammering. “She sounds…”

“Destroyed. my twin is putting in work,” Nika finished, a cruel little grin tugging at her lips. “Think I can top it?”

You barely managed to speak. “You can try.”

She reached up, gripped your waist, and flipped you onto your stomach like you weighed nothing.

“On your knees,” she murmured, voice low and warm in your ear. “Ass up. Head down. Let them hear you.”

You moved without thinking—body already aching, slick between your thighs, your hips rising toward her like you were on strings. You felt her behind you, lining up, the fat tip of her strap pressing slow and deep between your folds.

She filled you in one stroke.

You gasped—loudly—gripping the sheets like they could save you from being split in half. She didn’t stop. Her hand slid up your back, palm flat between your shoulder blades, pinning you down as she began to thrust.

Slow at first. Measured. Like she was trying to make you feel every inch.

“God—Nika,” you choked.

She groaned behind you. “Fuck, baby. Listen to yourself.”

You didn’t need to. You could feel yourself. Dripping. Clenching. Squirming.

And she picked up the pace.

Fast. Deep. Merciless.

Her hips slapped yours with every thrust, filthy and rhythmic, the kind of sound that made it obvious to anyone listening what was happening. You heard another cry from upstairs—Azzi again, breathless and high-pitched, like Paige had her on the edge and wasn’t letting go.

Nika leaned over your back, dragging her teeth down your shoulder. “She’s not gonna last much longer.”

You whimpered.

“Will you?” she whispered.

Then her hand moved between your thighs, fingers stroking your clit in tight, practiced circles while she pounded into you from behind. You screamed, biting into the sheets to muffle it, but Nika just laughed.

“No, no, baby. Let them hear how messy you are.”

She shifted her angle and found that spot—deep, devastating, relentless.

Your whole body started to tremble.

“Nika, I—fuck—I can’t—”

“Yes you can,” she hissed. “Let go. Give it to me.”

Her fingers pressed harder. Her thrusts turned brutal. The sound of her hips slamming against your ass echoed off the walls. And right when you thought your body might snap from the tension—

It happened.

Your orgasm tore through you like a wave, violent and sudden, and you screamed into the mattress as your whole body gushed—wet, messy, unrestrained.

Nika stilled.

“Oh my god,” she whispered.

You collapsed forward, shaking uncontrollably, your thighs soaked, the sheets underneath you darkening fast.

“Holy shit,” Nika said again, almost laughing. “Did you just—?”

You turned your face enough to look at her, still breathless, dazed. “Don’t. Say it.”

She leaned over, kissed your spine, grinning like the devil himself. “I win.”

From upstairs came a long, keening moan.

Then silence.

You and Nika stared at the ceiling, both breathless.

Then you laughed—hard.

“Okay,” you wheezed. “You might’ve won.”

She kissed your temple. “We’ll see about tomorrow.”

You walked into the kitchen on shaky legs, Nika’s oversized t-shirt barely covering the curve of your thighs, your hair an unapologetic mess.

Azzi was already at the table, hunched over a cup of coffee like it owed her money. Her hoodie was on backwards, her bun was crooked, and she looked like she had seen God.

“Morning,” you said casually, voice just a little hoarse.

Azzi glanced up. Froze. “Oh my god,” she muttered. “Don’t even start.”

You tried to hide your grin. Failed. “Start what?”

She pointed at you accusingly. “You’re walking like someone who squirted on cotton sheets.”

You choked on air. “Azzi—”

“I heard it. The moment it happened. It was like—” she made a dramatic gesture with her hands “—Niagara Falls. Above. My. Fucking. Head.”

Your face burned. “Bitch.”

Paige strolled in then, shirtless, smug, and holding a cold water bottle to the side of her neck. “Sounds like somebody lost the bet.”

Azzi groaned. “I did not lose—”

“You begged like you lost,” Paige said sweetly, leaning down to kiss the top of her girlfriend’s head. “And then you said ‘thank you.’ Like four times.”

Azzi slid lower in her seat, hoodie now practically swallowing her face.

Nika stepped in behind you, fully dressed, smug in a clean black tee and gym shorts like she didn’t absolutely wreck you eight hours ago. She kissed your temple and headed straight for the coffeemaker, completely unfazed.

“You alright, babe?” she asked, pouring you a cup.

“Define alright,” you muttered.

“You sounded amazing,” she said, like she was talking about a podcast episode.

Paige was frying eggs now, flipping them with one hand like she owned the place. “You sounded like you were dying.”

“I was,” you said, rubbing your eyes. “I think I transcended.”

Azzi made a wounded sound. “Same.”

“But we won,” Nika said, sliding a mug in front of you.

“Oh my god, she’s still talking about it,” Paige muttered.

“I made her squirt,” Nika replied, sitting across from her. “She flooded the sheets. We had to sleep with a towel.”

“Nika!” you slapped her thigh under the table.

“Don’t be shy now,” she whispered with a smirk.

Paige rolled her eyes. “That’s cute. But Azzi was sobbing.”

“I was not sobbing,” Azzi said into her mug.

“You begged like someone in a CW season finale,” Paige said said.

Azzi gave her the finger without looking up.

Nika just leaned back in her chair, sipped her coffee, and nodded at the plate Paige was loading. “Extra eggs for the losers?”

“Funny,” Paige said. “I was gonna offer you hashbrowns out of pity.”

The tension was light, teasing, crackling under every movement. Smirks. Side-eyes. Paige licking syrup off her thumb. Nika casually resting her hand on your thigh again under the table.

You glanced at Azzi.

Azzi glanced at you.

Both of you knew: the score wasn’t settled.

You sipped your coffee. “So… what’s on the agenda today?”

Nika tilted her head. “Swim. Hike. Destroy each other again later.”

Paige nodded. “I’m down.”

Azzi sighed. “God help us all.”

You smiled into your mug.

Let the games continue.

#paige bueckers #azzi fudd #uconn wbb #pazzi #nika mühl #nika muhl smut #nikamuhl x reader

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syrupsyche · 3 days ago

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Instead of working on anything substantial, I've crafted an elaborate family and backstory for modern/teacher AU Enjolras....I bestow him my greatest gift (complicated relationship with his parents ❤️)

Read more about his family below! Warning for long post:

Maximillien Enjolras + Kim Eun-ji (김은지)

= Eun-bin (은빈) Enjolras ((<- this is our Enjolras))

Korean mother, French father. They met in Korea when Enjolras Sr. was sent to work as a military diplomat, and they raised Enjolras there for a few years.

Mother was an activist who fought for women’s and workers’ rights. To this day, Enjolras is still confused how his radical, leftist mother fell in love with a government official. (Spoiler: they fought. A lot.)

During his doljabi ceremony, he grabbed a toy gavel, though really only to smack another baby’s head with it. Still, that excited his parents, who thinks he will be a great judge or police detective upholding justice one day (Spoiler: upholding justice, yes, but very clearly not on the side of the government)

Loved reading and being read to. The earliest memories Enjolras had of his father are of him reading Palmer’s Twelve Who Ruled to him. Not to be beat out, his mother read Hwang et. al.’s Gwangju Uprising to him. This is why Enjolras turned out the way he is.

Family immigrated when Enjolras was 4. Mother wanted to keep Enjolras’ Korean name on his documents, but his father kept trying to dissuade her, saying that it'll just make life harder for Enjolras. Tried to downplay his mother’s arguments that cultural names are important by saying “no one looks at these stupid papers anyways”, to which his mother promptly stole and set fire to half of his father’s papers before he could stop her.

When Enjolras asked how she never got into legal trouble, she snorted and said his father knew damn well he'd never be able to raise him as a single father, and so let the incident slide. Enjolras remains Eun-bin Enjolras on his official documents ‘til this day.

Father was barely home, so Enjolras latched onto his mother. She basically raised him as a mini version of her, and embedded in him much of the values and beliefs he still holds onto. He helped to prep mutual aid packages, seal letters written to their local ministers, take notes for his mother while she was on calls, etc.

However, Enjolras and his mother began to butt heads more often once he got older and gained an actual personality that wasn’t just his mother’s. His views on queer rights, immigration, the incarceration system, etc. deviated from her more conservative stances, and when two very similar and very stubborn people begin to fight…yeah, it caused quite a rift.

Father suddenly died when Enjolras was 17. Too busy with his final year of school and college applications and liaising with external clubs and societies, Enjolras never found the proper time to grieve. ‘Til today, Enjolras can't properly articulate how he feels about his father, and wonders if his father would even like him the way that he is now.

With his mother, their relationship continued to be fairly rocky through university and took quite a dive when he had to spend some time in jail right after university. After that, he moved out and began working as a teacher so that he can have his own finances and space (“his own space” like he isn’t quite literally living with his boss and his boss’ family)

Over time however, he and his mother began mending their relationship, the distance and time apart helping them both. He calls her every week, she learns a lot more about Enjolras’ world through her own research, and they fight a lot less often.

Enjolras finally brings Grantaire over during Seollal and his mother LOVES him; she thinks he will help temper Enjolras (HAH…). Grantaire’s a little afraid because uh oh, now there’s two incredibly intense and strong-willed Enjolrai in his life, and oh no, she’s already roping him into helping with her causes…😨

#in my head Enjolras Sr. looks like Sam Reid's Lestat #and Mme. Enjolras the most beautiful woman you can envision #wasian Enjolras ohhh we're really in it now 😔#I'll probably make more detailed posts like these if anyone else is interested 👀#my next targets are Fantine and Cosette 🥰#les mis #les mis fanart #enjolras #syrup art tag #syrup teacher au #syrup writing

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ik33ponmakingc00ki3s · 2 days ago

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My Guilty Pleasure༄🍂࿔:･

Singer! Kazuha x Fem! Reader

You are so in love with his voice that you listened to other bands that are similar to his

Genre: Fluff/Smut/Slowburn

Warning: NSFW

(A/n): Ik I'm not the only one who thinks about this, saw a tiktok post about GI chars having similar voices to artists a year or 2 ago, and now I can't unhear it </3 I'm gonna sob

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"You know, there's this other band that has the same voice as you and vice versa." You blurted out towards your crush, a bold movement coming from you.

Kazuha raised a brow towards you, familiar with the topic he went through with multiple people as the both of you walked out of school,

"Let me guess, is it CAS?"

"I-" Your head snapped towards him as he laughed

"Yeah I get that a lot, But I really don't hear it. We may sound alike but we're different in a unique way" He cut you off, the two of you walking together side by side as the clouds were starting to form heavily.

"Yeah but-- There's no denying it right? you guys sound like twins, no offence to to you and Greg tho" You pestered him a bit more, looking at him pleadingly as he chuckled while adjusting his bag's straps. "Want me to drop you off your spot? It's gonna rain soon, and don't worry I don't mind" He offered.

"Oh sure! Thanks tho" You smiled at his kind gesture, screaming inside as you get to have a ride with someone who's good-looking, well known and admired. "We can listen to your playlist on the way if you want to" He chuckled as you brightened, both of you heading towards his car as he took the keys out his pocket to unlock it.

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The two of you were listening to CAS albums with your phone connected to the speaker, the weather was gloomy, rain pouring in, along with the fog covering the streets and parking lot while you were debating and ranking on each song as Kazuha wondered on how can you hear his voice in there but he can't?

"Ok what about this one, Sunsetz and John Wayne are definitely S tier, close enough to your voice." You bantered, scrolling through your phone to find more songs. "I still can't hear it (Y/n), try harder" he laughed with a smile on his face, panicking by the minute because instead of dropping you home, the two of you ended up buying food and ate inside his car that was parked outside the mall.

Pulling out his phone to text his circle of "blood brothers".

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•Xiaolong_bao: Bedo said he can make the album cover and give it around next week

•Eye of rabortion: Aight bet

•Gyatzuha: Guys, do I fr sound like Greg Gonzales? be honest.

•Heist_zoo: Greg Gonzales? CAS' main vocalist?

•Gyatzuha: Yes

•Backshotbatos: Tbh, yeah you do, your voice is just a taaaaad bit higher/lower tho

•Gyatzuha: Is that good or bad?

•Eye of rabortion: Why do u ask? is (Y/n) with you?

•Backshotbatos: OH! Didn't know ur the type to be so concerned Scara

•Eye of rabortion: She ranted to me about that like, 2 weeks ago non-stop fuck are you awn

•Gyatzuha: Yes she's with me in my car rn- what'd she say to you?

•Xiaolong_bao: "I'm having trouble differentiating Kazuha's voice with Greg, like He's the one singing it to me, is that weird?"

•Eye of rabortion: Yeah that, Can't she just spam listen to our album instead? You and Venti are legit our vocalists, we need the views and money

•Heist_zoo: She just wanna hear Kazuha and Kazuha only LMFAOOO

•Twinkerbell: She wants you so bad bro, we know you feel the same towards her

•Gyatzuha: Do I? I don't want to rush anything, and I'm sure she's neutral with me

•Eye of rabortion: You lit made 3 songs about her, raw and unpublished. While she's out there listening to people who sounds like you #GetTfUp #JustFckAlr

'Heist_zoo, Backshotbatos, & Twinkerbell reacted 😂'

•Gyatzuha: Wow

•Backshotbatos: Look she's trying to build a connection by "fantasizing" you, her doing that means you left an emotional impression on her to make her think that way about you trust #StayWithMeNow #GetDelusional

'Eye of rabortion reacted 💀' , 'Heist_zoo reacted 👀'

•Gyatzuha: ...I don't know if I should be flustered or shocked

•Xiaolong_bao: Both ngl

•Twinkerbell: Dude, are you guys gonna do the deed? Y'all are listening to CAS in your car

•Heist_zoo: Fuck I'm betting that they're gonna do it

•Gyatzuha: NO WE'RE NOT

•Backshotbatos: BETTTTT Kazuha c'mon please YALL WANT EACH OTHER SO BAD PLEASE #TakeThatCookie

•Twinkerbell: Real, we're here for support if things didn't go that way tho

•Gyatzuha: GUYS--NO WE'RE NOT GONNA DO THAT OMFG

•Eye of rabortion: Right, I put condoms in your compartment box, You're welcome

'Gyatzuha reacted 😦, Twinkerbell reacted 🙊'

•Gyatzuha: WHAT

•Backshotbatos: #SafetyFirst

•Xiaolong_bao: Good luck

•Heist_zoo: I'm so proud of him I'm gonna cry

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Kazuha looked up from his phone in a panic as you were mindlessly scrolling through your phone and faced him.

"Okay what about Opera House?, wanna listen to it?" You beamed at him as he nodded. Praying, hoping that you won't think of opening his compartment box infront of you if you needed some necessities.

"Oh by the way do you have any tissues? Windows are fogging up..." You said as you were cleaning up the food wrappers and soda cups while looking for tissues.

His heart jumped and in a flash he turned on the AC, the small light indicating that it was triggered as you feel the cool air hit your skin. Kazuha helping you clean and organize in the process.

"Oh! Thanks!" you said as he cleared his throat, Opera House playing in his speakers as you continued to admire how Greg's vocals matched up to his voice.

Kazuha was feeling nervous as he thought about what his friends texted, the info he had when you couldn't stop talking about him and the main vocalist almost having the "same" voice over and over.

The atmosphere used to be exciting yet neutral but now his heart won't stop beating, not sure if it's because Scara had the gal to put a pack of condoms in his car, or it's because you're here with him in his car that might lead up to what Aether said--

"You know, this song's one of my favorites.." you sighed, looking at the window watching droplets sliding down and connecting to each other, his head turning to your direction. Looking like you're remembering something nostalgic but kept up the happy go lucky façade.

"No matter how deeply in love and devoted you are to that one person, even if you'd go through extreme lengths knowing there's gonna be times where you get so hurt by them too--you just keep going because it makes life worthwhile--" You were giving a brief summary of the song and the more you continued, the more your tone was off, he can feel it in his bones every time you feel down or sad about something.

"....What's wrong? Did something happen?" He hesitantly blurted out, panic thrown out the window as concern flooded in. He didn't want to be up on your business unless you asked help from him. But with that tone? He had the urge to help you just because you were sad.

There was a pause for a few seconds, and before he could open his mouth, you spoke.

"Kazuha...is it bad, that I also like to hangout with you because of your voice?" You cautioned, voice soft and guilty as he sat there, not knowing what to say.

"Well...I-"

"Ok, I'm sorry I didn't mean it that way, what I meant is that--your voice is just so soothing that I can't stop listening to it...that's why I enjoy hanging out with you most of the time and listen to your band's album along with CAS--To hear more of you..it just brings me some type of comfort" You sighed, feeling bad for him because you didn't want to use him like that.

"You're a really great and kind person Kazu...I just wanted to let that out..."

He was processing what you said, Do you really like him? the comfort he gives you with his voice? or just the idea of him you fantasized about? he was trying to understand if what you're implying was a good thing or not. So he's going to ask you personally just to make sure.

"(Y/n)...Do you like me? or just the image of me you built in your head?"

He wasn't mad, just curious as his eyes watched you shift in your seat, looking at him with a surprised look, "What? Of course I like you, but fantasizing you? Uhhh kinda? in a way?" You confessed, there's nothing wrong with doing a bit of fantasizing or projecting your feelings on someone who sounds like him.

"Ok, so what if one day, I suddenly don't have a voice, would you still hangout with me?" He asked, eyes eager as he stared at you. Acknowledging your confession but wanting to talk about your view of him first.

"Of course I will! you're still Kazuha with or without a voice"

"But you said that my voice brings you comfort that's why you listen to our band and CAS right?"

"...Yeah, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't stop hanging out with you, your company alone is more than enough, your voice is like a bonus to your whole character" you said as you look at him with warm cheeks.

What you said flattered him, you were the first person to ever get like this with him and appreciate him like no tomorrow, even without his voice, you'd still stay by his side. Thinking about this made his face red as he calmed himself down, "That's...very appreciative of you" He couldn't find the right words at the moment as the digital clock was striking close to 5 pm.

You half-heartedly sighed and chuckled, breaking the small silence "Well if it makes you feel better, I am attracted to your whole being. Ever since I heard one of your songs, your voice just got to me first.. that's why I'm so hell-bent on listening to it along with CAS...You could say I sound obsessed with you the more I listen, but knowing you personally as the days go by, I developed feelings the more I spend time with you.." You explained to him. No traces of doubt or lies present in your voice. He was going crazy at how much he doubted and hoped if you had feelings for him weeks ago, and now that the line's been straightened, it's been proven in front of him coming from you, It's real.

Looking at you shyly as he pressed his lips in a thin line, understanding your part as he looked at the front, the sky was getting dark, rain still pouring, as there were less people walking by, going to their desired locations.

"So...does that mean we're official?" He questioned again, he wants to make sure that your feelings for him are real as the both of you were looking at each other with hope and love.

"..Well, if you feel the same towards me like how I do to you, then yes" You assured him, heart fluttering because you're enjoying the time of your life with him in his car, in the most sweet and casual way.

So he laughed softly.

The good-looking boy with a voice of an angel laughed at you in relief, The music and his laugh almost synced in together that you could hear heaven.

"Thank God (Y/n)-- I love you too I'm flattered, really. To know that we share the same feelings with each other, I'm honestly scared of being used that's why I pestered you a lot... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to doubt you" The white haired boy confessed, looking at you with sorry eyes as you looked at him softly.

The feelings you have for him are strong. He understands you no matter how weird you get with what or who you think and fascinate about. He admired you like you were the strangest, most interesting thing he'd ever seen in his life.

"Oh Kazu... Please don't be sorry, it's understandable to be cautious. I'm sorry I made you feel that way..." leaning towards him to give him comfort and holding his hand in the process made him swallow the lump in his throat, heart lurching out his chest.

With the rollercoaster ride of emotions he felt an hour ago, he's now eager--too eager to get with you. Both of you confessing to each other, pouring out all your feelings and secrets, being transparent in each other's presence.

His breath in a hitch, eyes lingered on your frame, a dark shade of red with a hint of orange that's full of...affection--full of want and need.

"Kazuha? You okay?" You whispered, your eyes full of concern, your perfume hitting him hard as he felt blood rush to his cheeks and body at how close you are, warm and inviting as thoughts were racing, clearing his throat.

"Y-yeah, yes I am...thanks" he breathed out, eyes looking anywhere else but you.

"Did I say too much?"

His head snapped back to yours, you weren't smug, just concerned. But he felt hot despite the AC running for a good while, "No...not at all, you're just..''

Fuck was he entranced towards you, His body was not well rested, one elbow rested on top of the armrest as the other was loosely draped at the steering wheel.

You smiled at him, closely leaning to his face as your heart started beating fast and he did the same, eyeing your lips before looking back at your eyes. Tension creeping up fast as he closed the gap, mushing your lips against his gently.

And Oh--Ohh the soft and electric feeling you have traveled all over your bodies, his hand left the steering wheel to touch you, to caress your back, lightly massaging and squeezing the sides as it traveled up and down. Your right hand lightly squeezing his cheek as your body weight shifted towards him, both of your arms now wrapping around his neck.

You felt him deepen the kiss as he slowly pushed the weight you held against him to give a balance. Mouths opening wide as the kiss went wild and rough, gasping and letting out moans coming from your mouth made him feral. If only the central armrest isn't in the way, he slowly pulled out, face red and breathing increased along with yours.

"Get in the back love"

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You moaned and continued the heated process as you laid yourself in the backseat, only left with your bottoms and bra intact as he discarded his shirt. Heavily making out and muffling out moans, as you grabbed Kazuha like he's gonna disappear at any moment, clawing and grinding against him.

"Kazuha please.." you begged him, begged him to rail you, face written with no ounce of shame as his hands traveled down your pants, unbuttoning it and removing it with the underwear included.

Now you're mostly naked in front of him, looking at you like some goddess that came to visit him, and only him that he felt special. He held your hips, groping each side moderately then going in between your inner thighs as he leaned his head on your chest, trailing kisses till he reached down your stomach.

He likes to take his time with you and wants you to have your first experience with him to be unforgettable. Moving his hand and circling his fingers against your clit, close to your hole as you whimpered, hips bucking. Holy you're wet down there.

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His ring and middle finger both went inside as you moaned, God you sound so angelic, he went up to kiss your ear and neck as his hot breath made you melt. His fingers were giving different motions--circular, scissors, and pump.

Your body jolted against him, his pace picked up as your bodies were linking to each other, hot and grinding. The windows foggy, car bouncing lightly, soft light coming from the touch screen audio, as music continued to play from your list.

You were close to reaching out your orgasm as Kazuha slowly sat up straight, gently pulling out his fingers as milky-white slick coated his fingers, dripping down the seat as he stared at it. The scent was pulling him closer, pulling him to taste you as he felt his mouth water, so then and there-- he raised his hand closer to his face, opening his mouth as his tongue licked a strip.

Your taste drove him wild as the licks turned to him shoving his fingers down his throat, sucking all your slick as he moaned. You looked at him embarrassingly and in shocked as he finished having a taste of you. "Kazuha..." You breathed out, your stomach tightening as you feel yourself drip more of your essence.

He looked at you with love and lust before slowly getting up from his spot, reaching out to the passenger side as he opened his compartment box to indeed see a pack of condoms bought by Scara. Taking it and sitting back down, your face was red, thinking that he was prepared for situations like these.

"My...friends, bought this for me because they know we want each other this bad..." He confessed to you, both of your faces were red. You wanted to let out a small laugh because of how supportive they are towards him.

"I... It's okay Kazu, better to be safe you know?" You giggled, you thought that he was ready for such mature activities--but his friends had to do him a favor instead.

"Do you want to continue my love?" He asked you, God his voice made you squirm as you nodded. He leaned on top of you, placing his lips against yours lovingly and hungry, your hands pulled his hair back leaving marks as he groaned, his other hand shifting down to his pants, pulling them down impatiently as he rubbed his shaft up and down.

You breathed out as you felt him rip off the condom package, placing the thin rubber on his tip and carefully pull it down, he then looked at you for confirmation as you nodded. Placing your hands on his shoulders as he lifted you by the hips, aligning his dick on your entrance as he slowly out it in.

You both moaned, your legs wrapped around him, locking him I'm place as he started thrusting, hitting. Every. Spot.

Cum starting to leak out and drop down the seat, soaking it in the process as the car moved sideways, violently. He was thrusting harder and faster as you were screaming his name, he let out a laugh as he kissed you to drown out your moans. Thank God his windows were tinted and there's not much people around.

"Kazuha... I'm.." you said between kisses and pants, feeling overwhelmed and overstimulated, he feels too good.

"Shhhh...I know Angel.." he mumbled, kissing your lips then forehead, giving you a headpat as he held you closer like you were made of glass, but pounded on you hard and fast.

"Ah...hhaahh~" you tried to keep your moans as quiet as possible, reaching your climax as Kazuha cummed with how hard you were squeezing him. You arched your back once more knowing it's going to ache later, reaching your orgasm as you squirted while he was ramming inside of you, the climax was so good that he went quiet mid-moaning, oh how good you felt milking him out like that.

You both panted as he placed a kiss on your neck before he removed himself from you, discarding the condom into the trash where you threw the food platter you guys ate at awhile ago.

"...So...how was it?" He asked you, grabbing your hands to sit you up gently, and covering you with his jacket while you leaned on him.

"It was--really great...makes me want to go for another round" you joked as he laughed.

"We can do that when we're somewhere more secluded love.." he breathed out, cradling you as he looked at the time, not seeing his phone was booming with notifications.

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•Eye of rabortion: sent an attachment

•Backshotbatos: HOLY SHIT DID THEY REALLY DO IT

•Heist_zoo: THEY DID, THEY FUCKING DID

•Heist_zoo: @Kkaedehara GET YOUR ASS IN HEREEEEE

•Twinkerbell: YALL LEAVE THEM ALONEEEEE😭😭😭🙏 KAZUHA'S GON BE MAD ABT THIS

•Xiaolong_bao: I can't with y'all rn☠️ no fucking way you recorded it

•Eye of rabortion: it's not like I recorded them "doing it", it's just his car moving sideways, that's when you know🙏

•Backshotbatos: ON A PUBLIC SERVER TOO, MY BOY HAS NO SHAME😭😭🥀

•Heist_zoo: HE'S SO BRAVE FOR IT IM GONNA APPLAUD WHEN I SEE HIM

•Twinkerbell: OOOUUH TELL HIM TO CHANGE HIS PLATE NUMBER😭😭

•Xiaolong_bao: Y'all better not be leaking that video anywhere else🫩

•Eye of rabortion: Obvi we won't 🥀

•Backshotbatos: Y'ALL WE GOTTA GREET HIM WELL ON MONDAY FOR THE LOSS OF HIS V CARD

•Twinkerbell: NAH GET OUT😭

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(A/n): Ok so...I hope you enjoyed this fic but ogmyhgod, I just really HATE IT when Tumblr has these errors everytime I edit my drafts on my phone. Like when I went to check my drafts after 2 hours not knowing that it was posted so I rushed the end, fuck it's so embarrassing when shit like this happens. And yes I both edit on the PC and phone, I just use my notes app to double save. NEVERRRRR am I gonna type drafts in phone again ToT

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